We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.

The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

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

When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it, or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. . . . The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one's whole being, is that you alone control nothing. . . .

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.

I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor my actions.