Hell is for other people.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

With a little luck that epoch may arrive. I am on the side of those who think that things will go better when the world has changed.