Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism.

What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours-that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child.

Most people have turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it.