Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.