I never read anything concerning my work. I feel that criticism is a letter to the public which the author, since it is not directed to him, does not have to open and read.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Do not be bewildered by the surfaces: in the depths all becomes law.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.