Leave out the parts that readers tend to skip.

Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

The enchanting, and sometimes terrifying, thing is that the world can be so many things to so many different souls. That it can be, and is, all these things at once and the same time.

We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation.

Giving and receiving are at bottom one thing, dependent on whether one lives open or closed. Living openly one becomes a medium, a transmitter; living thus, as a river, one experiences life to the full, flows along with the current of life, and dies in order to live again as an ocean.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes.