Young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.

To be loved means to be consumed. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism.

In the depths all becomes law.

We must assume our existence as broadly as we in any way can; everything, even the unheard - of, must be possible in it. This is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most inexplicable.

If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own making and struggle, lonely and confused. So like children, we begin again... to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly. (from the poem "How Sure Gravity's Law")

You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.