Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

You are the music while the music lasts.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.