Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.

Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.

The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.