We shall be the mouthpieces of the divine spirit—

Thoughts without words… Can that be?

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.

Wat a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the table laden with books. I looked in and sniffed them all. I could not resist carrying this one off and broaching it. I think I could happily live here and read forever.