I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.

This above all-ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple "I must," then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it. Then draw near to Nature. Then try, like some first human being, to say what you see and experience and love and lose.

As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.

Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

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?

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.