In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education. But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination.

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone.

Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.

I am a phoenix who runs after arsonists.