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.

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.

Part of the act of creating is in discovering your own kind. They are everywhere. But don't look for them in the wrong places.

We create our fate every day . . . most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.

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.

And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away. They like it, in fact. The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women... they're all masochists at heart.