If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.
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.
A wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
