“You, still the squanderers of the empty hall —when the twilight comes, wide as woods…And the chandelier, like a sixteen-pointer, vaultswhere nothing can set foot.”

“Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.”

“If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things. Things will not abandon you. The nights are still there, and the winds that move through the trees and across many lands. Everything in the world of Things and animals is filled with being, of which you are part.”

“But this is what ... people are so often and disastrously wrong in doing: they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves, just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment ...And what can happen then? What can life do with this heap of half broken things that they would like to call their happiness, and their futures?And so each of them loses himself to the other for the sake of the other person, and loses the other. And loses the vast possibilities ... in exchange for an unfruitful confusion, out of which nothing more can come, nothing but a bit of disgust, disappointment and poverty.”

“I would like to sing someone to sleep,to sit beside someone and be there.I would like to rock you and sing softlyand go with you to and from sleep.I would like to be the one in the housewho knew: The night was cold.And I would like to listen in and listen outinto you, into the world, into the woods.The clocks shout to one another striking,and one sees to the bottom of time.And down below one last, strange man walks byand rouses a strange dog.And after that comes silence.I have laid my eyes upon you wide;and they hold you gently and let you gowhen something stirs in the dark.”

“IMPERMANENCE"Driftsand of the hours. Quietly disappearing,continuously, even the happily consecrated design.Life blows away, always: pillars already risewithout connection, carrying nothing but empty air.”

“Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.”