If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

I read to be taken out of myself, to become ecstatic.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

When I think of New York I have a very different feeling. New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance. New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit. A constant ferment, but it might just as well be going on in a test tube. Nobody knows what it's all about. Nobody directs the energy. Stupendous. Bizarre, Baffling. A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.

Hell is probably quite similar to most Paris bistros ... a bit overheated, somewhat too crowded, and a little too noisy for my tastes. The waiters will surely treat you rudely and the cashiers will always add a few extra francs to your bill but ... and this is the important part ... the food will be marvelous.

The only difference between the Adamic man and the man of today is that the one was born to Paradise and the other has to create it.

The waking mind, you see, is the least serviceable in the arts.