“There are times when onefeels liberated from one’slimits and humanimperfections.At such moments, we seeourselves there, in a littlecorner of our little planet,our eyes fixed in wonder onthe cold and yet deepbeauty of that which iseternal, that which iselusive.Life and death are fusedtogether and there is noevolution, nor destination,there is only BEING.”

“We have not yet arrived, but every point at which we stop requires a re-definition of our destination.”

“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”

“I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.”

“Human existence is girt round with mystery: the narrow region of our experience is a small island in the midst of a boundless sea. To add to the mystery, the domain of our earthly existence is not only an island in infinite space, but also in infinite time. The past and the future are alike shrouded from us: we neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.”

“There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.”