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

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

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.

This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.