If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.