The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

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

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

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

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one's imagining one passes over them and hasty as one is doesn't notice that they are missing. But realities are slow and indescribably detailed.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.