"But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing."
"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things."
"Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write."
"A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead."
"Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other."
"It was not in me It came and wentI wanted to hold it It was held by wine(I no longer know what it was)"