Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.