One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp.

When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.