I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

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.

To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold.

Even if it doesn't work, there is something healthy and invigorating about direct action

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.