The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

The wisest people are the clowns, like Harpo Marx, who would not speak. If I could have anything I want I would like God to listen to what Harpo was not saying, and understand why Harpo would not talk.

My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'

Everything is true Everything anybody has ever thought

Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.

Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.