Love is the revelation of the other person's freedom.
The world is born when two people kiss
A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.
Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.
Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.
Grace is gratuitous; it is a gift.