True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.

How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that whatever has been created will change in time.

Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now arrived at a stage in life so rich in new perceptions that cannot be transmitted to those at another stage - one feels at the same time full of so much gentleness and so much despair - the enigma of this life grows, grows, drowns one and crushes one, then all of a sudden in a supreme moment of light one becomes aware of the sacred.