Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.

The only possible proof of the existence of water, the most convincing and the most intimately true proof, is thirst.

Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.

Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

There is no original truth, only original error.

Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

Of course, any simplification runs the risk of mutilating reality; but it helps us establish perspectives.