What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?

If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

I'd rather sit down and write a letter than call someone up. I hate the telephone.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

The cradles of civilization are the putrid sinks of the world.

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

The best technique is none at all.