I think it's very useful to be insulated from your surrounds, because it gives you your inviolate privacy, without pressures, so that you can just be yourself.

The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time.

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.