Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

We usually meet all of our relatives only at funerals where somebody always observes: "Too bad we can't get together more often".

When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.

It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember - I need not recall - that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.

I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.

German is of stone, limestone, pudding stone, marble, granite even, and so to a considerable degree is English, whereas French is bronze and gives out a metallic resonance with tones that neither German nor English tolerate.

It makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.