One thing is certain, that when you die and are resurrected you belong to the earth and whatever is of the earth is yours inalienably. You become an anomaly of nature, a being without shadow; you will never die again but only pass away like the phenomena about you.

The purpose of life is to remember.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

For one crime which is expiated in prison ten thousand are committed thoughtlessly by those who condemn.

As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.