If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to GodIf you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.
Now and at the Hour of Our DeathPeople aren't crazy, they’re just reacting normally to an abnormally crazy world.
Now and at the Hour of Our DeathAl actuar y ser como eres ahora, estás determinando la forma de ser y actuar de los demás.
The Twelfth Insight: The Hour of DecisionNo, my life is not this precipitous hour through which you see me passing at a run.
Poems from the Book of Hours