Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Creative people have to be fed from the divine source.

I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.

Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.