She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable --- this interminable life.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?

Marvelous are the innocent.

Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

I am rooted, but I flow.