Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings.

The future must enter you long before it happens.

For bel.i.eve me, the more one is, the richer is all one experiences. And whoever wants to have deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey.

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

you are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it's own secret