If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.

And these things
that keep alive on departure know that
you praise them; transient,
they look to us, the most transient,
to be their rescue.
They want us to change them completely,
in our invisible hearts,
into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever,
finally, we may be.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.