Love is the true condition of human life.

Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

A person who believes, as she did, that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole: such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearn to play at it.

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Not even need and love can defeat fate.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.