When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

That which one cannot experience in daily life is not true for oneself.

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.