We were not for underestimating magic - a life-conductor like the sap between the tree-stem and the bark. We know that it keeps dullness out of religion and poetry. It is probable that without it we might die.

Style is something peculiar to one person; it expresses one personality and one only; it cannot be shared.

The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are as exciting as the day before yesterday.

To feel, and think, and learn - learn always: surely that is being alive and young in the real sense

The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.