Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

... love is healing, even rootless love.

Without anxiety life would have very little savor.

We only keep what we lose.

... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

An old body when it is loved becomes a sacred treasure; and sex itself must always, it seems to me, come to us as a sacrament and be so used or it is meaningless. The flesh is suffused by the spirit, and it is forgetting this in the act of love-making that creates cynicism and despair.

In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.