And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.

you are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it's own secret

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

It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living.

Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

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

Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.