Read! Read all the time, the understanding will come by itself.

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.

A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering: the nothing--, the no one's rose.

Reality is not simply there, it does not simply exist: it must be sought out and won.

Poetry is a sort of homecoming.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?

Don't sign your name between worlds, surmount the manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live.

There's nothing in the world for which a poet will give up writing, not even he is a Jew and the language of his poems is German.

We are told that when Hölderlin went 'mad,' he constantly repeated, 'Nothing is happening to me, nothing is happening to me.'

German poetry is going in a very different direction from French poetry.... Its language has become more sober, more factual. It distrusts "beauty." It tries to be truthful.

Every global concern - economic, environmental or security-related - can be addressed more effectively when the U.S. and China work together.

We must be sceptical even of our scepticism.

I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.

I don’t mind getting smacked on the chin. I just don’t want to get nibbled to death. There’s a difference.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

Even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain (It's time to roll the dice) - Matrim Cauthon

Distinguished ancestors shed a powerful light on their descendants, and forbid the concealment either of their merits or of their demerits.

When we are not any lengthier capable to alter a predicament, we're challenged to alter ourselves