No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

Art is the only thing that can go mattering once as it has stopped hurting.

It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.

Disappointment tears the bearable film of life.

Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

Who ever is adequate? We all create situations each other can t live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.