Sex is difficult, yes. But they are difficult things with which we have been charged...If you only recognize this and manage out of yourself, out of your own nature and ways, out of your own experience and childhood and strength to achieve a relation to sex wholly your own (not influenced by convention and custom) then you need no longer be afraid of losing yourself and becoming unworthy of your best possession.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

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

Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered.

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.