most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

Never believe fate is more than the condensation of childhood.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

I never read anything concerning my work. I feel that criticism is a letter to the public which the author, since it is not directed to him, does not have to open and read.

Let your beauty manifest itself without talking and calculation.​ You are silent. It says for you: I am. And comes in meaning thousandfold​, comes at long last over everyone.

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.

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.