The only journey is the one within.Short
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.Short Poetry Life
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.Question
Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.Poetry Short Love
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.Humor
only someone who is ready for everything, who doesn't exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will live the relationship with another person as something alive and will himself sound the depths of his own being.Relationship Experience
Let everything happen to you, Beauty and terror, Just keep going, No feeling is finalBeauty Poetry Feeling
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never beenPoetry
Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.Wisdom
The only journey is the one within. 
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question. 
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. 
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. 
only someone who is ready for everything, who doesn't exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will live the relationship with another person as something alive and will himself sound the depths of his own being. 
Let everything happen to you, Beauty and terror, Just keep going, No feeling is final 
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been 
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children. 
Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything. 
I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.
That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
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; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
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.
