Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.