But above all be grateful that no one will have to live down either your renown or your wealth.
Only when a juggler misses catching his ball does he appeal to me.
The envious praises me unknowingly.
Long were you a dream in your mother’s sleep, and then she woke to give you birth. The germ of the race is in your mother’s longing. My father and mother desired a child and they begot me. And I wanted a mother and a father and I begot night and the sea.
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.
When night comes and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a will.
And when morning comes and you are still dark, stand up and say to the day with a will, “I am still dark.”
It is stupid to play a role with the night and the day. They would both laugh at you.
The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.
Behold here is a paradox: the deep and high are nearer to one another than the mid-level to either.
When I stood as a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your image. Then you said,“I love you.”
But in truth you loved yourself in me.
When you enjoy loving your neighbor it ceases to be a virtue.
Love which is not always springing is always dying.
You cannot have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time;
For youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy seeking itself to live.
You may sit at your window watching the passers-by.