People who are upset about something ruminate on it whenever they get a chance; they are constantly drawn back to their own unhappy tale as if it were a horror story left open on a table.

To think is to say 'no.'

Nothing is more dangerous than an idea when it is the only one you have.

There is a future that makes itself and a future we make. The real future is composed of both.

The most difficult thing in the world is to say thinkingly what everybody says without thinking.

One must be truthful with oneself about one's own motives, especially if one is to survive in the world. It takes rigor, and it takes courage.

Two things are aesthetically perfect in the world - the clock and the cat.

What is a thousand years? Time is short for one who thinks, endless for one who yearns.

We prove what we want to prove, and the real difficulty is to know what we want to prove.

Wouldn't a sailor laugh at you if you told him that the whole crossing depends on the first turn of the helm?

If religion is only human, and its form is man's form, it follows that everything in religion is true.

Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

When you write, it's making a certain kind of music in your head. There's a rhythm to it, a pulse, and on the whole, I'm writing to that drum rather than the psychological process.

A newborn has more skills than does a politician. The infant babbles, burbles, cuddles, coos; the politician just babbles.

When I met Christ, I felt that I had swallowed sunshine.

Let us green the earth, restore the earth, heal the earth.

Compromise for your Dream but NEVER Compromise on your Dream.

The present aristocracy of western culture, at the very moment when it most clearly dominates the world, is being imitated rapidly and successfully in every eastern country.

my mother will never leave me. We're together. She will always stay in my heart.

To be honest I don't really know because I really didn't care when I was writing about mixing up reality with what was not reality.

How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?