The hour that burst the spirit's sleep.

I am an American, Chicago born – Chicago, that somber city – and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. But a man's character is his fate, says Heraclitus, and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

When I didn't argue he was satisfied he had persuaded me, and was not the first to make that mistake.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything

It is a joy to be choked with thought.