If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurab….

What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate?.

And do not change. Do not divert your love from visible things. But go on loving what is good, simple and ordinary; animals and things and flowers, a….

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other ….

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings. You language where all language ends. You time standing vertically on the motion of morta….

Be patient with all that is unsolved in your life. Learn to love the questions themselves, until some distant day, without your knowing, you will hav….

If you will cling to Nature, to the simple in Nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyon….

Leave to your opinions their own quiet undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be pressed or hurried….

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, he….

Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings..

What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude..

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written ….

In the depths all becomes law..

I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the ques….

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in..

Nothing strange should befall us, but only that which has long belonged to us. We will gradually learn to realize that that which we call destiny goe….

Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themsel….

As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build..

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swe….

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.