Nothing is more real than nothing.

If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

What is that unforgettable line?

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

The end of a life is always vivifying.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

I sympathize afresh with the mighty Voltaire who, when badgered on his deathbed and urged to renounce the devil, murmured that this was no time to be making enemies.