Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
Rainer Maria RilkeWhoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dry leaves are blowing.
Rainer Maria RilkeA work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.
Rainer Maria RilkeYou, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.
Rainer Maria Rilke