To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

What we do battle with is so small, what battles us is so large.

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

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.