I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head.

...but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself.

The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.

Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.

Appealingness is inversely proportional to attainability.

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.