I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.

I am older now, and sleep less, and have seen most of what there is to see and am not very much impressed any more, I suppose, by anything.

Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort.

One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.

Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange intuitions of a higher self whose rationale he doubts and does not understand.

Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.

Each man deciphers from the ancient alphabets of nature only those secrets that his own deeps possess the power to endow with meaning.