You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

Resolve to be always beginning-to be a beginner!

Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own.

Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism.