Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers
Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.Life Inspirational
Doubt... is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.Short Knowledge
It's hard to communicate anything exactly and that's why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.Love Relationship
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.Humor Writing
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.Short Art Writing
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.Music Humans
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.Heart Sadness
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.Life Book Reading
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within itLife Short Poetry
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. 
Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers 
Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work. 
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels. 
It's hard to communicate anything exactly and that's why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find. 
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within. 
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars. 
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. 
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live. 