What is laid down, ordered, factual, is never enough to embrace the whole truth; life always spills over the rim of every cup.

I long ago came to the conclusion that all life is six to five against.

In the time of your life, live-so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.

Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.

Through the years, a man peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, tools, stars, horses, and people. Shortly before his death, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the image of his own face.

Iife/personality must be taken as a total entity. All of your life is all of your life, and no one incident stands alone.

An atom tossed in a chaos made Of yeasting worlds, which bubble and foam. Whence have I come? What would be home? I hear no answer. I am afraid!

Life is a sea. We are the ships. Let us go straight to harbor.

The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.