Go On Loving What Is Good, Simple,

And We, Spectators Always, Everywhere, Looking At, Never Out Of, Everything! It Fills Us. We Arrange It. It Collapses. We Re-arrange It, And Collapse Ourselves. Who's Turned Us Round Like This, So That We Always, Do What We May, Retain The Attitude Of Someone Who's Departing? Just As He, On The Last Hill, That Shows Him All His Valley For The Last Time, Will Turn And Stop And Linger, We Live Our Lives, For Ever Taking Leave.

Be, In This Immensity Of Night, The Magic Force At Your Sense's Crossroad.

The Highest Form Of Love Is To Be The Protector Of Another Person’s Solitude.

The Most Visible Joy Can Only Reveal Itself To Us When We've Transformed It, Within.

Every Intensification Is Good, If It Is In Your Entire Blood, If It Isn't Intoxication Or Muddiness, But Joy Which You Can See Into, Clear To The Bottom.