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

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

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

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.

We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.