Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance.

Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each shall stand guard over the solitude of the other. For, if it lies in the nature of indifference and of the crowd to recognize no solitude, then love and friendship are there for the purpose of continually providing the opportunity for solitude. And only those are the true sharings which rhythmically interrupt periods of deep isolation.

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

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been