April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

It is self-evident that St. Louis affected me more deeply than any other environment has ever done. I feel that there is something in having passed one's childhood beside the big river, which is incommunicable to those people who have not. I consider myself fortunate to have been born here, rather than in Boston, or New York, or London.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

We must always take risks. That is our destiny.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.