Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

Men are not suffering from the lack of good literature, good art, good theatre, good music, but from that which has made it impossible for these to become manifest. In short, they are suffering from the silent shameful conspiracy (the more shameful since it is unacknowledged) which has bound them together as enemies of art and artists.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

In every man's heart there is anchored a little schooner.

There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him.

Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.