There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

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

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.

All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

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