I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyzed, for THERE will be your work for GOD, since you can not work for God in other ways, and would not, & don't know how, or bend that way, from habit, & from talent in the use & signification & arrangement of the Word.

The only truth is music.