Ecstasy, I think, is a soul's response to the waves holiness makes as it nears.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

All my books started out as extravagant and ended up pure and plain.

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.