It is a great good fortune, as Stendhal said, for one "to have his passion as a profession.

We know not through our intellect but through our experience.

We should be sensitive to the thread of silence from which the tissue of speech is woven.

We must therefore rediscover, after the natural world, the social world, not as an object or sum of objects, but as a permanent field or dimension of existence.

To understand is to experience harmony between what we aim at and what is given, between the intention and the performance - and the body is our anchorage in the world.

Because we are in the world, we are condemned to meaning, and we cannot do or say anything without its acquiring a name in history.

The body is our general medium for having a world.

Our own body is in the world as the heart is in the organism: it keeps the visible spectacle constantly alive, it breathes life into it and sustains it inwardly, and with it forms a system.

I live in the facial expressions of the other, as I feel him living in mine.

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

Many are they who seek to guide other to the path yet they themselves are lost

Fiona fixed a slice of bread to the toasting fork and held it out to the flames. So began the ritual. Hot butter melted off the slices of toast and dribbled onto their fingers.

I'd rather give my life than be afraid to give it.

I look forward to teaching the occasional class, 'cause I was a professor. And I had fun doing it.

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them.

My brain and this world don't fit each other; and there's an end of it.

Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.

Every reader, if he has a strong mind, reads himself into the book, and amalgamates his thoughts with those of the author.

Life is short and the nights are long, and tonight I moved on.

If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on.