“Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.”

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain’t this and that at all?

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

You must help those who only remember you while their need because they try to find the brightness while in darkness, and you are that brightness.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Become the kind of person who brightens a room just by entering it.

Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

I want a brighter word than bright.