What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.

There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of our time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture, killing and recreating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizable.

No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.

Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.