As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

It seems to me that before the photograph can exist as art it must, by its very nature choose whether it is to be a record or a testimony.

When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made.

Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room—a cry of boundless, dark, demanding grief; pitch-black and glabrous as a whale's back and burdened with all the passions of the tides, the memory of voyages beyond counting, the joys, the humiliations: the sea was screaming.