I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.

Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.

Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.

A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will.