Gaston Bachelard (June 27, 1884 – October 16, 1962)
If our heart were large enough to love life in all its detail, we would see that every instant is at once a giver and a plunderer.
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The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks
Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney. — Vincent van Gogh