“Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.”

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

All I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

I petted the dogs who didn’t argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They’re wiser than their masters.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?

What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?

He who hasn’t tasted bitter things hasn’t earned sweet things.

She has every reason to be bitter, and yet her heart beats to the tune of kindness, and her soul dances to the melody of love.

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.

I’m not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I’m thrilled to death with life.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.