I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven... in the ponds broken off from the sky. . .

Everything is gestation and bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist's life.

If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Do not allow yourself to be misled by the surfaces of things

If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.