There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied the microbe of conscience which eats into the soul.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.

The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.

myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth