Surrealism is merely the reflection of the death process. It is one of the manifestations of a life becoming extinct, a virus which quickens the inevitable end.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient.

For a metaphysical treat stop at the Big Sur Inn, which is also a haven for stray cats and dogs. Life along the South Coast is just a bed of roses, with a few thorns and nettles interspersed.

Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.

There's something perverse about women...they're all masochists at heart.

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.