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

I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.

Everything that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is right. Every intensification is good.

I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life.

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.

Everything is gestation and bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist's life.

Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.