The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

The point is to live everything.