When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder; one gets a shovel. When one wants to get into touch with the texture of the universal mind, one does not go to Boston; one goes to the Bowery.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?

The whole world is nothing but a noise, as hot as the inside of a tiger's mouth. They call it civilization - that is a lie! But some day you may have to go out, someone will try to take you out, and you will not understand them or what they are saying, unless you understand nothing, absolutely nothing, then you will manage.

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

I can draw and write, and you'd be foolish not to hire me.