We must get going. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer.