Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being.

Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions, are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.

In every man's heart there is anchored a little schooner.

Of course you don't die. Nobody dies. Death doesn't exist. You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world.

To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.

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