I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?

I see the mind of the five-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.