Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
Rainer Maria RilkeI 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.
Rainer Maria RilkeOften a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.
Rainer Maria Rilke