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

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.

Love the questions, themselves.

All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.

If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.

That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular, and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.