Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

The real meditation is ... the meditation on one's identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you're you and not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? Ah, voilà une chose!

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible.

With one day's reading a man may have the key in his hands.

Art is to be admired rather than explained. The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not precisely know why I admire a green granite, female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.

The temple is holy because it is not for sale.

From the colour the nature And by the nature the sign! Beatific spirits welding together As in one ash-tree in Ygdrasail.