Things looked at patiently from one side after another generally end by showing a side that is beautiful.

The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?