At Epidaurus, in the stillness, in the great peace that came over me, I heard the heart of the world beat. I know what the cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world.

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.

What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.

Paint what you like and die happy

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

You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.

The American white man (not to speak of the Indian, the Negro, the Mexican) hasn't a ghost of a chance. If he has any talent he's doomed to have it crushed one way or another. The American way is to seduce a man by bribery and make a prostitute of him. Or else to ignore him, starve him into submission and make a hack of him.