You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons

Always prefer the plain direct word to the long, vague one.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.

The proper aim of giving is to put the recipient in a state where he no longer needs our gift.