If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not a poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.

No one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone . . . [and] that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

Works of art are indeed always products of having been in danger, of having gone to the very end in an experience, to where man can go no further.

Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.