Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known. Your country? I do not know in what latitude it lies. Beauty? I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal.Gold?I hate it as you hate God.Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds!.Charles Baudelaire
About This Quote
Rainer Maria Rilke, a famous Austrian poet who wrote the words to this beautiful poem, wrote this when he was in his early 20's. The answer to that enigmatical man’s question is that he loves nobody, but that he loves everything.
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