It is impossible to say just what I mean!

The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.

The darkness declares the glory of light.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.