The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

First impressions are always unreliable.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.