One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.

Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.

The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.

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

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.