The critics don't interest me because they're concerned with what's past and done, while I'm concerned with what comes next.

Can you say something about nothing?

A mind that has come to the stillness of wisdom shall know being, shall know what it is to love. Love is neither personal nor impersonal. Love is love, not to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive or inclusive. Love is its own eternity; it is the real, the supreme, the immeasurable.

In actual life a downward movement may sometimes be made the beginning of an ascent.

Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons - that's philosophy.

The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.