People living deeply have no fear of death.
Dreams are necessary to life.
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Good things happen to those who hustle.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.