Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

It is a difficult lesson to learn today-to leave one's friends and family and deliberately practice the art of solitude for an hour or a day or a week. And yet, once it is done, I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.

A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

One must lose one's life to find it.

I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.