Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It's a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.

Voyages are accomplished inwardly.

The Englishman, be it noted, seldom resorts to violence; when he is sufficiently goaded he simply opens up, like the oyster, and devours his adversary.

All growth is a leap in the dark.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.

Why change the world? Change worlds!