Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.

Religion is something infinitely simple, ingenuous. It is not knowledge, not content of feeling... it is not duty and not renunciation, it is not restriction: but in the infinite extent of the universe it is a direction of the heart.

The future must enter you long before it happens.