One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.

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

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

Life, the permission to know death.

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.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

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