One or another man, liberated or cursed, suddenly sees-but even this man sees rarely-that all we are is what we aren't, that we fool ourselves about what's true and are wrong about what we conclude is right. And this man, who in a flash sees the universe naked, creates a philosophy or dreams up a religion; and the philosophy spreads and the religion propagates, and those who believe in the philosophy begin to wear it as a suit they don't see, and those who believe in the religion put it on as a mask they soon forget.

It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.

The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.

My past is everything I failed to be.

Action men are the unvoluntary slaves of wise men.

My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me.