Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.

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.

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.