For Poems Are Not, As

Love Consists In This, That Two Solitudes Protect And Touch And Greet Each Other.

And When Suddenly The God Stopped Her And, With Anguish In His Cry, Uttered The Words: ‘he Has Turned Round’ – She Comprehended Nothing And Said Softly: ‘who?

Just Keep Going - No Feeling Is Final.

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 Questions Themselves, Like Locked Rooms And Like Books Written In A Foreign Language. Do Not Now Look For The Answers. They Cannot Now Be Given To You Because You Could Not Live Them. It Is A Question Of Experiencing Everything.

Be Out Of Sync With Your Times For Just One Day, And You Will See How Much Eternity You Contain Within You.