Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:<br>The sun-comprehending glass$$$<br>And beyond it$$$ the deep blue air$$$ that shows<br>Nothing$$$ and is nowhere$$$ and is endless.

Uncontradicting solitude<br>Supports me on its giant palm;<br>And like a sea-anemone<br>Or simple snail$$$ there cautiously<br>Unfolds$$$ emerges$$$ what I am.

Paint what you like and die happy.

A skillful commander strikes a decisive blow$$$ and stops.

Personally$$$ I do not believe the human mind has any limits but those we impose ourselves.

One thing has always been true: That book or that person who can give me an idea or a new slant on an old idea is my friend.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought$$$ a world empty of people$$$ just uninterrupted grass$$$ and a hare sitting up?

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness$$$ for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

Friend of my bosom$$$ thou more than a brother$$$ Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

There is more reason to say grace before beginning a book than there is to say it before beginning to dine.