Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

Fame — the aggregate of all the misunderstandings that collect around a new name.

And yet, for some time now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?