He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

Numbers constitute the only universal language.

It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh. Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

Man spends a great deal of time making order out of chaos, yet insists that the emotions be disordered. I order my emotions: I am insane.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.