There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Has any psychological experiment yielded a more delightful suggestion than this one: that there is a part of the mind without ambition or information, which nonetheless is expert on what is beautiful?

I could go on to speak of sanity as compared with insanity, decency as compared with vandalism, friendship as compared with rabies.

Belief is nearly the whole of the universe whether based on truth or not.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious & charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.