He probably was mediocre after all, though in a very honorable sense of that word.
Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere.
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite from life?
Technology and comfort - having those, people speak of culture, but do not have it.
Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.