Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

The visible universe was an illusion or, more precisely, a sophism. Mirrors and fatherhood are abominable because they multiply it and extend it.

You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.

He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.

He consorted with prostitutes and poets...and with persons even worse.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

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