That is the principal thing-not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being-in-the-mood, but always forcibly to convert it all into things.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

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

Life is heavier than the weight of all things.

Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.