I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

The profound difference that divides the human race is a question of bait - whether to fish with worms or not.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.

Of the rest some we know to be dead though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through the forms of life; others are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six.

What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.