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

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

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.

For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.