I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

You$$$ darkness$$$ of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.

All things want to float.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

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

Never forget that solitude is my lot ... I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

If people can just love each other a little bit$$$ they can be so happy.

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 us. Us$$$ the most fleeting of all.

Let your beauty manifest itself<br>without talking and calculation.<br>You are silent. It says for you: I am.<br>And comes in meaning thousandfold$$$<br>comes at long last over everyone.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable$$$ there we also stand already quite near its transformation.