Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.

Sink twice before you strike out for land.

Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.

I thought of my father's wisdom, as though it were buried in a box under a tree. As in the old song - a gold box with a silver pin. Some day I should be grown up, and I should dig up the box and turn the pin.

Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.

There are two kinds of reading, reading which is contemplation - even a kind of vision & reading for information. For the first only the best will do, for the rest - then one can let in anything one would like to read in the world.

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.