I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

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

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.

The sense of wonder, that is our sixth sense.

Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.