Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

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

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.