No, no, one can imagine nothing in the world, not the least thing. Everything is composed of so many isolated details that are not to be foreseen. In one's imagining one passes over them and hasty as one is doesn't notice that they are missing. But realities are slow and indescribably detailed.

Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

If only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us that we must hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust and find most faithful.

Be of good courage all is before you, and time passed in the difficult is never lost...What is required of us is that we live the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude