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.
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.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, 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.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.