Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas. Fill the lacunae of inspiration by tidily copying out what is already written.

No poem is intended for the reader, no picture for the beholder, no symphony for the listener.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.

Man is the namer; by this we recognize that through him pure language speaks. All nature, insofar as it communicates itself, communicates itself in language, and so finally in man. Hence, he is the lord of nature and can give names to things. Only through the linguistic being of things can he get beyond himself and attain knowledge of them-in the name. God's creation is completed when things receive their names from man, from whom in name language alone speaks.

Only for the sake of the hopeless ones have we been given hope.

All great works of literature either dissolve a genre or invent one.

For only that which we knew and practiced at age 15 will one day constitute our attraction. And one thing, therefore, can never be made good: having neglected to run away from home.