The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. The aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.

I say that a man must be certain of his morality for the simple reason that he has to suffer for it.

But they none of them create the psychological conditions in which I first saw, or desired to see, the flower.

A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels. In so far as God has partly revealed to us an angelic world, he has partly told us what an angel means. But God has never told us what a turkey means. And if you go and stare at a live turkey for an hour or two, you will find by the end of it that the enigma has rather increased than diminished.

It is the beginning of all true criticism of our time to realize that it has really nothing to say, at the very moment when it has invented so tremendous a trumpet for saying it.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.