“If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.”

“The days on which one has been the most inquisitive are among the days on which one has been happiest.”

“Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasion...”

“The man who will not defend the honour of his cat cannot be trusted to defend anything.”

“A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.”

“There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.”

“Every springI hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through.His voice is deep,then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky.I am thrilled.I am grateful.Then, by the en...”

“The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.”

“A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.”

“The constant reprimands made me hyperconscious of my own performance, and so instead of getting rid of self, I had become embedded in the egoism I was supposed to transcend. Now I was beginning to ...”

“Silence is the mother of truth.”

“Silence is a powerful tool.”