Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past and an immediate future, rich with promise.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.

I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.