Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light...
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
God made food; the devil the cooks.
There is no past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
Thought is the thought of thought.
There are no friends like the old friends.