Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.

The creative writer uses his life as well as being its victim; he can control, in his work, the self-presentation that in actuality is at the mercy of a thousa…

Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.