You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.

I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.

Thought flies and words go on foot.

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:"The Universe In Blossom

It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.

The chief forms of beauty are order and symmetry and definiteness, which the mathematical sciences demonstrate in a special degree.

UCF stayed with me all the way, so I felt I should stay with them.

I've been operated on 13 times.

A picture is the expression of an impression. If the beautiful were not in us, how would we ever recognize it?

Conscience gets a lot of credit that really belongs to cowardice.

My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere.

Is there a difference? Yes. We are in harmony with nature, but never at peace.

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.