Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.