Think... of the world you carry within you.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

True singing is a different breath, about nothing.

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.

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.

Everything that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is right. Every intensification is good.

This above all-ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple "I must," then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it. Then draw near to Nature. Then try, like some first human being, to say what you see and experience and love and lose.