Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.

For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

We shall be the mouthpieces of the divine spirit—