Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.

Almost all of us long for peace and freedom; but very few of us have much enthusiasm for the thoughts, feelings, and actions that make for peace and freedom.

I'm pretty good at inventing phrases - you know, the sort of words that suddenly make you jump, almost as though you'd sat on a pin, they seem so new and exciting even though they're about something hypnopaedically* obvious. But that doesn't seem enough. It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make with them ought to be good too.

And what strange voices they have! Sometimes like the complaining of small children; sometimes like the noise of lambs.

I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

What wonder, then, if human beings in their search for the divine have generally preferred to look within!