Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.

People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.

The present is passed over in the race for the future; the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.