Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.

Divinity is not playful. The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensibl e earnest. By a power that is unfathomably secret, and holy, and fleet. There is nothing to be done about it, but ignore it, or see.

I'd seen a great many partial eclipses, but a partial eclipse has the same relation to a total eclipse as flirting with a man does to marrying him. It's completely different.

I wake up thinking: What am I reading? What will I read next? I'm terrified that I'll run out, that I will read through all I want to, and be forced to learn wildflowers at last, to keep awake.

I think the dying pray at the last not "please," but "thank you," as a guest thanks his host at the door.

Are you living just a little and calling that life?

The creative process obtains in all creative acts. So if I'm painting suddenly I'll see something that I didn't see before.