Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

The question was not how to get a job, but how to live by such jobs as I could get.

Clear thought makes clear speech.

The difference between you and me is that you think to live and I live to think.

The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.

Every thought vibrates through the universe.

It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .