Life had stepped into the place of theory.

I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.

Taking a new step. . .is what people fear most.

One must love life before loving its meaning ... yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

What is the use of Christ's words, unless we set an example?

If you happen to have a wart on your nose or forehead, you cannot help imagining that no one in the world has anything else to do but stare at your wart, laugh at it, and condemn you for it, even though you have discovered America.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.