The physical body is an agent of the spirit and its mirror. It is an engine and a reflection of the spirit. It is the spirit's ingenious memorandum to itself and the spirit sees itself in my body, just as I see my own face in a looking glass. My nerves reflect this. The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

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

Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.

Humankind struggles with collective powers for its freedom, the individual struggles with dehumanization for the possession of his soul.

There are times when the most practical thing is to lie down.

The more realistic you are the more you threaten the grounds of your own art.

Fun comes hard - like, alas, its prarens, pleasure and happiness, whom we have to pursue.