No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one’s own life.

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.