[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.

The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft.