When I find a woman attractive, I have nothing at all to say. I simply watch her smile. Intellectuals take apart her face in order to explain it bit by bit, but they no longer see the smile.

Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.