I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

Somewhere there is an ancient enmity between our daily life and the great work. Help me in saying it, to understand it.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust.

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.

Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad