If you are well off and can afford to spend ten or twenty-five dollars a day to hire some patient soul to listen to your troubles you can be readjusted to the crazy scheme of things and spare yourself the humiliation of becoming a Christian Scientist. You can have your ego trimmed or removed, as you wish, just like a wart or bunion.

Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.

Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be Jesus Christ today.

Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'

To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.

Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.