The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.

All writing is dreaming

Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.

I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral.