I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

Outside the sky is light with stars

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.