No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping God may wake someday and take offense, or the waking God may draw us out to where we can never return.

Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles.

These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.

Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.