So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

There is only one force stronger than selfishness, and that is stupidity.

What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.

Yes, I learned long ago that the only satisfaction of authorship lies in finding the very few who understand what we mean. As for outside rewards, there is not one that I have ever discovered.

I have little faith in the theory that organized killing is the best prelude to peace.

convictions ... are always getting in the way of opportunities.

I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel.