The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.