Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

Every angel is terrifying.

Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.

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

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of thempressed me against his heart: I would be consumedin that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,and we are so awed because it serenely disdainsto annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.