Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.
Death deserves dignity.
I don't know exactly how it's done. I let it alone a good deal.
A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.
Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.
Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living. But the over-examined life makes you wish you were dead. Given the alternative, I'd rather be living.