Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.

Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.

He who never says "no" is no true man.

You'll be bothered from time to time by storms, fog, snow. When you are, think of those who went through it before you, and say to yourself, 'What they could do, I can do.'

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

It's hard luck always having to be a judge.