The purpose of life is to remember.

What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?

The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.

Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn't the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.

There are no "facts"- there is only the fact that man, every man everywhere in the world, is on his way to ordination. Some men take the long route and some take the short route. Every man is working out his own way and nobody can be of help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

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.