Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures. —Rainer Maria Rilke
In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive. —Rainer Maria Rilke
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and […] try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. —Rainer Maria Rilke
