The man who can master his time can master nearly anything.
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows.
The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
. . . politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.
Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
Perhaps this very instant is your time.
I am always successful in my work.
And how do you know that you're mad?
Sometimes we become bound by other people's thoughts because we are not sure about ourselves.
I can't persuade myself that one of the problems facing the planet today might be a shortage of books by me.