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

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it.

This word "description" may be disconcerting when used to refer to what is generally called a translation. But when one wishes to render a verbal creation (as opposed to a didactic statement) from one language to another, he is confronted with two equally unsatisfactory choices. He may, according to his talents, elaborate a similar, but never identical creation, or he may describe that creation as completely as possible in his own language.

The words of the world want to make sentences.

Our house is our corner of the world.

In our view any awareness is an increment to consciousness, an added light, a reinforcement of psychic coherence. Its swiftness or instantaneity can hide this growth from us. But there is a growth of being in every instance of awareness. Consciousness is in itself an act, the human act.