These last few days I've felt Godless. I've felt cleaner, less muddled, less blind. I still believe in a God. But he's so remote, so cold, so mathematical. I see that we have to live as if there is no God. Prayer and worship and singing hymns-all silly and useless.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

Art is a statement of one in the face of all; not a statement by one for the use of all.

The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.

Follow the accident, fear the fixed plan--that is the rule.

Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.