Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows..

Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer..

Avoid providing material for the drama that is always stretched tight between parents and children; it uses up much of the children’s strength and wa….

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 bot….

The point is to live everything..

Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes….

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart..

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to….

His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and be….

I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God….

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them..

Stand up during supper and walk outdoors, and keep on walking..

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born..

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with b….

Life is heavier than the weight of all things..

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone m….

Your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism..

Not since Moses has anyone seen a mountain so greatly..

Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of such long learning she receives….

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens..