Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

The artist, like the idiot or clown, sits on the edge of the world, and a push may send him over it.

The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

A golf course outside a big town serves an excellent purpose in that it segregates, as though a concentration camp, all the idle and idiot well-to-do.

Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.

For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.

I have always said that if I were a rich man, I would employ a professional praiser.

Everywhere men have unlocked the prisoners within, and from under the disguising skins the apes have leapt joyfully out.

We attended stables, as we attended church, in our best clothes, thereby no doubt showing the degree of respect due to horses.

Hell has a climate, but no situation. It lies in the spirit, and not in space.

The future is forever a projection of the present.

Let each man take the path according to his capacity, understanding and temperament. His true guru will meet him along that path.

Essentially, all models are wrong, but some are useful

OPIATE, n. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.

Youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.

It never ceases to amaze me to see how much territory can be grasped if one merely masters and consistently uses all the obvious and easily learned principles.

Your luck goes up and down like swings and roundabouts

If you're not going to offend somebody you don't need the First Amendment.

It is better and more satisfactory to acquit a thousand guilty persons than to put a single innocent one to death.

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.