Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

Where I create, there I am true.

Go on loving what is good, simple, and ordinary.

sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.

Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.