Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.

It is almost banal to say so yet it needs to be stressed continually: all is creation, all is change, all is flux, all is metamorphosis.

All my good reading, you might say, was done in the toilet.

I am positively against all this crap which is carried on first in the name of this thing, then in the name of that. I believe only in what is active, immediate, and personal.

The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.