You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.

Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!

In the depths all becomes law.

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?