It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

There are quite a number of people in the reading-room; but one is not aware of them. They are inside the books. They move, sometimes, within the pages like sleepers turning over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

Be of good courage all is before you, and time passed in the difficult is never lost...What is required of us is that we live the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!