Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.

The surest way of spoiling a pleasure [is] to start examining your satisfaction.

Why should your heart not dance?

Catch {a man} at the moment when he is really poor in spirit and smuggle into his mind the gratifying reflection, "By jove, I'm being humble," and almost immediately pride - pride at his own humility - will appear.

One must never be either content with, or impatient with, oneself.

A work of (whatever) art can be either 'received' or 'used'. ...'Using' is inferior to 'reception' because art, if used rather than received, merely facilitates, brightens, relieves or palliates our life, and does not add to it ... When the art in question is literature a complication arises, for to 'receive' significant words is always, in one sense, to 'use' them, to go through and beyond them to an imagined something which is not itself verbal.

A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined.