and silence is the golden mountain

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.