I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

This is perfection

"I have no desire to write. The sun, the leaves, the shade, the warmth, are so alive that they lull the senses, calm the imagination. This is perfection. There is no need to portray, to preserve. It is eternal, it overwhelms you, it is complete."

Anaïs Nin, from  The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955