All things want to float.

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.

Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.

That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular, and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.

Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.