Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.
Wrap your coat, O sublime dream, around the child.
The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.
But questions that don't answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.
All right then, I'll be mad at you on this score, which incidentally is no great misfortune, as things balance out quite well if there's a little anger for you lurking in one corner of my heart.