What I secretly longed for was to disentangle myself of all those lives which had woven themselves into the pattern of my own life and were making my destiny a part of theirs. To shake myself free of these accumulating experiences which were mine only by force of inertia required a violent effort. Now and then I lunged and tore at the net, but only to become more enmeshed. My liberation seemed to involve pain and suffering to those near and dear to me. Every move I made for my own private good brought about reproach and condemnation. I was a traitor a thousand times over.

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

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything - except his own nature.

Even if one’s whole life were a mistake, there is always time to change.

It is the American vice, the democratic disease which expresses its tyranny by reducing everything unique to the level of the herd.

We should not stop to reflect, compare, analyze, possess, but flow on and through, endlessly, like music.