Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

Dude, we gotta work on your material. Hell, all you need is a little black moustache to twirl and go ‘Muahahahaha’ while you’re at it.

Render therefore to all their dues.

The primary purpose of life is in being in the NOW.

Every fellow is really two men -- what he is and what he might be; and you're never absolutely sure which you're going to bury till he's dead.

Without inner peace, outer peace is impossible.

Being disguised under the disfigurement of an ugly crucifixion and death, the Christ upon the cross is paradoxically the clearest revelation of who God is.

The sooner we can separate salvageable skeptics from self-righteous absolutists, the sooner we can move along.

Knowledge is our ultimate good.