The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school.

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

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

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?

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