More Unsayable Than All Other Things Are

Let Your Beauty Manifest Itself Without Talking And Calculation.​ You Are Silent. It Says For You: I Am. And Comes In Meaning Thousandfold​, Comes At Long Last Over Everyone.

I Believe That Nothing That Is Real Can Pass Away.

Poetic Power Is Great, Strong As A Primitive Instinct; It Has Its Own Unyielding Rhythms In Itself And Breaks Out As Out Of Mountains.

What Is Necessary, After All, Is Only This: Solitude, Vast Inner Solitude. To Walk Inside Yourself And Meet No One For Hours-that Is What You Must Be Able To Attain. To Be Solitary As You Were When You Were A Child.

I Don't Want To Stay Folded Anywhere, Because Where I Am Folded, There I Am A Lie.