Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published.
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.