You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.

Normally, the sciences distance themselves from life and the return to it via a detour.

People who think honestly and deeply have a hostile attitude towards the public.

I know nothing more mocking than a devil that despairs.

On the pinnacle of success man does not stand firm long.

One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.

Writing is busy idleness.