He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.

Imagination is a tree. It has the integrative virtues of a tree. It is root and boughs. It lives between earth and sky. It lives in the earth and the wind. The imagined tree imperceptibly becomes a cosmological tree, the tree which epitomises a universe, which makes a universe.

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event.

The human being taken in his profound reality as well as in his great tension of becoming is a divided being, a being which divides again, having permitted himself the illusion of unity for barely an instant. He divides and then reunites.

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

Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.

One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.