I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to her own needs and desires, to come to me if she has need or not, as the case may be. Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.

To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.

The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of formal ceremonies.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.