The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of….

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?.

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate..

I have gone to the forest..

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by thems….

Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it i….

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me..

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder..

The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens ….

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity..

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unles….

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace..

Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens,….

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman….

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways..

But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe..

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived..

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think id….

Earth and sea merged, the sea tossed itself in the air in a fantastic dance, into the shapes of men and horses and tattered banners. I stood in the l….

Language must resound with all the harmonies of music. The writer must always, at all times, find the tremulous word which captures the thing and is ….

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden….