Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

The moment one is on the side of life; peace and security drop out of consciousness. The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

The word civilization to my mind is coupled with death. When I use the word, I see civilization as a crippling, thwarting thing, a stultifying thing. For me it was always so. I don't believe in the golden ages, you see... civilization is the arteriosclerosis of culture.

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such over−brimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the Madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half−minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible , something inexplicable, was given out-and received.

A world without hope, but no despair