What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings.

To be an artist means not to compute or count.

What happens most deeply inside you is worthy of your whole love.

We have no reason to mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors, they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us; are dangers at hand, we must try to love them.... Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

Life is cut to allow for growth ... one may vigorously put on weight before one fills it out entirely.