Poet

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

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

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

Musim semi telah kembali. Bumi seperti anak kecil yang tahu puisi.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.