I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.

And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical will live the relation to another as something alive.