Anne is God. I am God. The happy grass are God, Jill groks in beauty always. Jill is God. All shaping and making and creating together.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Thinking doesn't pay. Just makes you discontented with what you see around you.

Faith strikes me as intellectual laziness.

If you've got the truth you can demonstrate it. Talking doesn't prove it.

The golden sunshine of Italy congealed into tears. Here's to alcoholic brotherhood ... much more suited to the frail human soul, if any, than any other sort.

His was not a small mind bothered by logic and consistency.

But goodness alone is never enough. A hard, cold wisdom is required for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom always accomplishes evil.

Most neuroses and some psychoses can be traced to the unnecessary and unhealthy habit of daily wallowing in the troubles and sins of five billion strangers.

English is capable of defining sentiments that the human nervous system is quite incapable of experiencing.

Secrecy begets tyranny.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

When you study history, you're really studying yourself. Every bit of history I've uncovered about my own family has some remnant in myself.

We are writing the history of our time.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

I remember from when I use to be a dancer, there is an expression among dancers, I had a T-shirt that said: SHUT UP AND DANCE.

Alexander created cities everywhere he passed: I have left dreams everywhere I have trailed my life.

Don't share your secrets if you preface them with 'just don't tell anybody.

My mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse. I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood.

Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.

Your shower is ready - I turned it on last night.