some of the favourite quotes from this book.
in what soil of misery we poet moles are digging around, never sure where we will push up and who might devour us at that very spot where we stick our dusty nose out of the soil.
art presents itself asa way of life, not unlike religion, science and socialism. it differs from these other modes of understanding only in that it is not a product of its time and appears, as it were, as the worldview of the ultimate goal.
there is no force in the world but love, and when you carry it within you, if you simply have it, even if you remain baffled as to how to use it, it will work its radiant effect and help you out of and beyond yourself one must never lose this belief , one must simply (and if it were nothing else}endure in it.