To reason about love is to lose reason.

The higher we rise, the more isolated we become; all elevations are cold.

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

In reality, we live in every one. Deep down there is a rose in every heart.

Are you in pain, pray?

If your temper is violent towards your brothers and sisters in the Lord, whose kingdom are you trying to build?

There is no polite way to suggest to someone that they have devoted their life to a folly.

We met with the poet Frank O'Hara, who was a link between Upper and Lower Bohemia, and who worked at the Museum of Modern Art, where we had hoped to do the readings.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

I see martial arts as moving forms of meditation. When you're sparring or drilling techniques, you can't think of anything else.

To myself, mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery; in them, and in the forms of inferior landscape that lead to them, my affections are wholly bound up.

Life's a university that'll teach you lessons, regardless of your desire to pass the “class” or not, there is always something else to learn

Moral nihilism comes with a price we can now see.