In the history of the world many souls have been, are, and will be, and with a little reflection this is marvelous and not depressing. Many jerks are made gloomy about it, for they think quantity buries them alive. That's just crazy. Numbers are very dangerous, but the main thing about them is that they humble your pride. And that's good.

At moments I dislike having a face, a nose, lips, because he has them.

I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.

It is a joy to be choked with thought.

The only real distinction at this dangerous moment in human history and cosmic development has nothing to do with medals and ribbons. Not to fall asleep is distinguished. Everything else is mere popcorn.

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.