In song and dance, man forgets how to walk and speak and is on the way into flying into the air, dancing... his very gestures express enchantment.

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.

We deceive ourselves when giving respect to the person for whom we have surrendered ourselves, when we respectively expect them to be as we would wish them to be.

The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.

If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

On the heights it is warmer than those in the valley imagine.