No American can understand the need for time -- that is, simply space to breathe. If you have ten minutes to spare you should jam that full instead of leaving it -- as space around your next ten minutes. How can anything ripen without those 'empty' ten minutes?

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

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

One must lose one's life to find it.

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

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