Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

There is time only to work slowly There is no time not to love

Painting is something that takes place among the colors.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.