Fishing is a hard job. Fishing at night. Rain. Day, night. You have to be wise and smart. And quick.
After having exhausted all the arguments on behalf of evil, one utters the creed's dictums with nostalgia rather than with fervor.
Were we to choose our leaders on the basis of their reading experience and not their political programs, there would be much less grief on earth. I believe. . . that for someone who has read a lot of Dickens to shoot his like in the name of an idea is harder than for someone who has read no Dickens.
When the eye fails to find beauty-alias solace-it commands the body to create it, or, failing that, adjusts itself to perceive virtue in ugliness.
How delightful to find a friend in everyone.
The surest defense against Evil is extreme individualism, originality of thinking, whimsicality, even - if you will - eccentricity. That is, something that can't be feigned, faked, imitated; something even a seasoned imposter couldn't be happy with.
For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
King of kings, that must be Elvis.
I liked the drama of getting stoned.
Life never ceases. Life is an overflowing source, and death is only an obscure effect of illusions.
Stubborn and ardent clinging to one's opinion is the best proof of stupidity.