We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

Love a friend, love a wife, something, whatever you like, but one must love with a lofty and serious intimate sympathy, with strength, with intelligence, and one must always try to know deeper, better, and more.

Surely the true path is to dive deep into nature.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.