All things want to float.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.
Sometimes she walks through the village in herlittle red dressall absorbed in restraining herself,and yet, despite herself, she seems to moveaccording to the rhythm of her life to come.She runs a bit,...
More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.
Our heart always transcends us.
Everything is blooming most recklessly if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,like winter, which even now is passing.For beneath the winter is a winter so endlessthat to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.Be foreve...
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
At first the solitudecharmed me like a prelude,but so much music wounded me.
How he loved and yetwished to leave you: always both, at once.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.
The one so loved that a single lyreraised more lament than lamenting women ever did;and that from the lament a world arose in whicheverything was there again: woods and valleyand path and village, fie...
One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain?
Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.
Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.
The free animalhas its dying always behind itand God in front of it, and its wayis the eternal way, as the spring flowing.Never, not for a moment, do we havepure space before us, where the flowersendl...