Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

My little notebooks were beginnings - they were the ground into which I dropped the seed... I would work in this way when I was out in the crowds, then put the stuff together at home.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.