The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

No man is a complete mystery except to himself.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.

It is up to my spirit to find the truth. But how? Grave uncertainty, each time the spirit feels beyond its own comprehension; whenit, the explorer, is altogether to obscure land that it must search and where all its baggage is of no use. To search? That is not all: to create.

Every kiss provokes another. Oh, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

Lies are essential to humanity.