A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.

Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

“God,” she cried, “what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She couldn't tell me the truth because she had never planned it; her life was a continual accident, and how can you be prepared for that? Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.”

Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.