In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.

Yes, I am going into the woods; I am going into the unity of all things.

All this had always been and he had never seen it; he was never present. Now he was present and belonged to it. Through his eyes he saw light and shadows; through his mind he was aware of moon and stars.

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.