...I had grown up in a world that was dominated by immature age. Not by vigorous immaturity, but by immaturity that was old and tired and prudent, that loved ritual and rubric, and was utterly wanting in curiosity about the new and the strange. Its era has passed away, and the world it made has crumbled around us. Its finest creation, a code of manners, has been ridiculed and discarded.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

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

He knows so little and knows it so fluently.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

marriage is mostly puttin' up with things, I reckon, when it ain't makin' believe.

Theories have nothing to do with life.