The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.