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

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.

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

The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.

I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.