Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

Painting is something that takes place among the colors.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.

Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.