I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Everything terrible is something that needs our love.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.