“Everything- even me, and one day even Charlotte- must come to end.”
“All comes out even at the end of the day, and all comes out still more even when all the days are over.”
“Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.”
“Everything must come to an end, you know!”
“A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of the artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one's art. One must accept it. ”
“One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.”