“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.”

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?

A light here required a shadow there.

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

I am rooted, but I flow.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

If I had to do it all over again, would I want my dad here? I would say no. Our world is in a better place because our father gave his life.

Art imitates life and, sometimes, life imitates art. It’s a weird combination of elements.

Justice is never advanced in the taking of human life.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Everybody’s human. You are only on this planet for a little bit of time.

Your life may be messed and your foolishness may have put you into captivity but Jesus can do the whatever it is that is immeasurably more in your life.

Tupac loved to read! Books were a constant part of his life.

The whole deal is when you walk onstage, you’re up there bigger than life. People idolize you.