To grow mature is to separate more distinctly, to connect more closely.
The most dangerous of our impulses reign in ourselves against ourselves. To dissolve them is a creative act.
Depth must be hidden. Where? On the surface.
First to become capable of love, then to learn that body and spirit are one.
We have fewer friends than we imagine, but more than we know.
Nothing becomes reality in the political life of a nation that was not present in its literature as spirit.