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

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

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

Personality and mind, like moustaches, belong to a certain age. They are a deformity in a child.... Leave his sensibilities, his emotions, his spirit, and his mind severely alone. There is the devil in mothers, that they must provoke personalresponse from their infants.