Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

It is not peace we seek but meaning.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.