So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.
The price of being oneself is so high and involves so much ruthlessness toward others (or what looks like ruthlessness in our duty-bound culture) that very few people can afford it.
True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
How slowly one comes to understand anything!