One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars

A good intention clothes itself with sudden power. When a god wishes to ride, any chip or pebble will bud and shoot out winged feet, and serve him for a horse.

People seem sheathed in their tough organization.

The crime which bankrupts men and nations is that of turning aside from one's main purpose to serve a job here and there.

The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.

We do not yet possess ourselves, and we know at the same time that we are much more.

Our strength grows out of our weakness.