All literature, is, finally autobiographical.

There is no intellectual exercise which is not ultimately useless.

My father gave me free run of his library. When I think of my boyhood, I think in terms of the books I read.

Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows forever more who he is.

When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself

I wonder if I have woven through dreams the sexual strife. I don't think so. But after all, my business is to weave dreams. I suppose I may be allowed to choose the material.

The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.