In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.
Life is heavier than the weight of all things.
I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.
To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb creatures in the world’s full reserve, the unsayable sums, joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.
The creator must be a world for himself and must find everything in himself and in Nature, to whom his whole life is devoted.
Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.
Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.
Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.
There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.
All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past.
They, who passed away long ago, still exist in us, as predisposition, as burden upon our fate, as murmuring blood, and as gesture that rises up from the depths of time.
One of the most difficult tests for the creator: he must always remain unconscious, unaware of his best virtues, if he doesn’t want to rob them of their candor and innocence.
Every intensification is good, if it is in your entire blood, if it isn’t intoxication or muddiness, but joy which you can see into, clear to the bottom.
More unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
To be in circumstances that are working upon us, that from time to time place us in front of great natural Things – that is all we need.
Your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism.
Those tasks that have been entrusted to us are difficult; almost everything serious is difficult; and everything is serious.