I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.

We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.

The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a Siren within them...and royally squander their lives with her.

Everything in this world has a hidden meaning, I thought. Men, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics; woe to anyone who begins to decipher them and guess what they mean.... When you see them, you do not understand them. You think they are really men, animals, trees, stars. It is only years later, too late, that you understand.

To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

Ah, if you could dance all that you've just said, then I'd understand.