You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.

Life + a cat ... adds up to an incalculable sum.

He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.

To work is to live without dying.

Draw near to Nature. Then try like some first human being to say what you see and experience and love and lose.

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

And isn't the whole world yours? For how often you set it on fire with your love and saw it blaze and burn up and secretly replaced it with another world while everyone slept. You felt in such complete harmony with God, when every morning you asked him for a new earth, so that all the ones he had made could have their turn. You thought it would be shabby to save them and repair them; you used them up and held out your hands, again and again, for more world. For your love was equal to everything.