No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful.

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

Failures aren't failures if you learn something from them.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. . . . She had not lost it. She was touching it with her fingertips. This was flying: to go swiftly over the earth you loved, touching it lightly with your fingertips, holding the railroads lines in your hand to guide you, like a skein of wool in a spider-web game - like following Ariadne's thread through the Minotaur's maze, Where would it lead, where?