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

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

Be patient with all that is uncertain in your heart...do not search for answers, which will not be given: you will not be able to live them, and its importat to live everything.

Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.