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

Art is only a means to life, the life more abundant. It merely points the way.

The best stories I have heard were pointless, the best books those whose plot I can never remember, the best individuals those whom I never get anywhere with. Though it has been practised on me time and again I never cease to marvel how it happens that with certain individuals whom I know, within a few minutes after greeting them we are embarked on an endless voyage comparable in feeling and trajectory only to the deep middle dream which the practised dreamer slips into like a bone slips into its sockets

There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books

The loss of sex polarity is part and parcel of the larger disintegration, the reflex of the soul's death, and coincident with the disappearance of great men, great deeds, great causes, great wars, etc.

Words are loneliness.

There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.