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Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness. The gnarled fidelity of an old habit. Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name. Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand, not the least thing. Everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be foreseen. Do continue to believe that with your feeling and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate in yourself this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it. Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude. Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole and against a wide sky. Oh longing for places that were not Cherished enough in that fleeting hour How I long to make good from afar The forgotten gesture, the additional act. Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain? Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered. Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it. If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches. Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches. Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown. Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back. One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one. Nothing in this world can one imagine beforehand, not the least thing. Everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be foreseen. That is the principal thing: not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being in the mood, but always forcibly to convert it into all things. Success, which is something so simple in the end, is made up of thousands of things, we never fully know what. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of 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. |