Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.

Your whole past is like a long sleep which would have been forgotten had there been no memory, but remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is like an ocean in which everything is washed away but that which is new and more substantial even than life - reality.

I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.

The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.

If you can fall in love again and again if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical you've got it half licked.