Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

The point of vision and desire are the same.