What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!

New gods arise when they are needed.

Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.

And blessed are they who have learned the rhythms of the invisible clock whose hours and minutes are immense and soundless. The great clock of the seasons and the years, and the small clock of the intuition, whose timing is guided by the heart.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.