And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.