There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

the longer I live, the more necessary it seems to me to endure, to copy the whole dictation of existence to the end, for it might be that only the last sentence contains that small, perhaps inconspicuous word through which all laboriously learned and not understood orients itself toward glorious sense.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven... in the ponds broken off from the sky. . .

What we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer