Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

I feel I should not be ... so at the mercy of people's regard. And yet - it is the artist's desire for communication too; without the answering voice you get so numb; you lose faith in your powers to communicate.

The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful.