Not all the ravages caused by our merciless age are tangible ones. The subtler forms of destruction, those involving only the human spirit, are the most to be dreaded.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

I've always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind ... I feel that life is very short and the world is there to see and one should know as much about it as possible. One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out.

You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand?

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.