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“[…] for with his feeling of love and reverence for life Rilke wanted nothing so much as to become more and more open to all it might bring.” — Introduction to Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, Vol II  (W.W Norton & Co., NY. 1948)

“Although there is no end to the unfinished places about me; indeed, there seem to be more and more of them. But it is comprehensible of course that they are becoming clearer, the more separate spots here and there come to a modelé. And patience and patience, I keep saying to myself saying it more confidently and more modestly than ever before. And if I stop saying it, there are now always enough things on hand persuading me with that same word…” [x] “…I still believe in the great, in the consummate, widely inexhaustible possibilities of life; […] I hold life to be a thing of the most inviolable preciousness, and that the entangling of so much doom and horror, the prostituting of such countless destinies, everything that in these last years has been unconquerably growing for us into a still augmenting terror, cannot dissuade me of the fullness and goodness and congeniality of existence.” [x]

Virginia Woolf