Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

First impressions are always unreliable.

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

I like to make use of what I know