What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That

When I Opened My Eyes I Saw Nothing But The Pool Of Nocturnal Sky, For I Was Lying On My Back With Out-stretched Arms, Face To Face With That Hatchery Of Stars. Only Half Awake, Still Unaware That Those Depths Were Sky, Having No Roof Between Those Depths And Me, No Branches To Screen Them, No Root To Cling To, I Was Seized With Vertigo And Felt Myself As If Flung Forth And Plunging Downward Like A Diver.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

When You Tame Someone They Become Unique To You In All The World

One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A Little, If One Lets Himself Be Tamed.

Experience Will Guide Us To The Rules. You Cannot Make Rules Precede Practical Experience.