What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]

I don’t think there’s any problem with advancing consciousness and becoming more and more aware of the struggle, not with the world, not to convince other people to do anything. The really interesting think is the struggle with the self, and the relation with the self, and there is no end to the improvement that can be done there, the discoveries that can be made.

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.