Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
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.