May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

Go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you.

In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!