... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

I feel I should not be ... so at the mercy of people's regard. And yet - it is the artist's desire for communication too; without the answering voice you get so numb; you lose faith in your powers to communicate.

I am beginning to respect the apathetic days. Perhaps they're a necessary pause: better to give in to them than to fight them at your desk hopelessly; then you lose both the day and your self-respect. Treat them as physical phenomena -- casually -- and obey them.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.