This is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy - even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

It is not restful, it is not possible to talk wholeheartedly to more than one person at a time. You can't really talk with a person unless you surrender to them, for the moment (all other talk is futile). You can't surrender to more than one person a moment.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

And one perfect day can give clues for a more perfect life.