I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

It is possible I am pushing through solid rock, like the vein of ore encased, alone. I am such a long way in I can see no way through and no space. Everything is close to my face and everything close to my face is stone. I don't have much knowledge yet in grief, so this darkness makes me feel small. You, be the Master; Make yourself fierce; break in. And then your great transforming will happen to me And my great grief cry will happen to you.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)

To be an artist means not to compute or count.

sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.