What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can't be denied.

What is an artist? He's a man who has antennae, who knows how to hook up to the currents which are in atmosphere, in the cosmos.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

The best technique is none at all.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.