My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.