Humility is just as much the opposite of self-abasement as it is of self-exaltation.

This accidental meeting of possibilities calls itself I. I ask: what am I doing here? And, at once, this I becomes unreal.

The longest journey is the journey inward.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

The myths have always condemned those who 'looked back.' Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

Maturity - among other things, the unclouded happiness of the child at play, who takes it for granted that he is at one with his play-mates.