The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.

I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.