You do what you do out of your private love of the thing itself.
The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.
What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.
Silence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.
I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.
The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.