An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality--same stuff, same make up, only more force. And the strong driving force usually finds his weak spot, and he goes cranked, or goes under.

One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

Human love, human trust, are always perilous, because they break down. The greater the love, the greater the trust, and the greater the peril, the greater the disaster. Because to place absolute trust on another human being is in itself a disaster, both ways, since each human being is a ship that must sail its own course, even if it go in company with another ship.... And yet, love is the greatest thing between human beings.

Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.