Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.