“Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind because they drink at streams which we have not yet made accessible to science.”

The paranoid is never entirely mistaken.

Where they love they do not desire and where they desire they do not love.

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity.

Love in the form of longing and deprivation lowers the self regard.

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.

Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday..

I had thought about cocaine in a kind of day-dream.

The goal of all life is death.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy. Children are completely egoistic; they feel their needs intensely and strive ruthlessly to satisfy them.

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never no helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object of its love.

In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.

Two hallmarks of a healthy life are the abilities to love and to work. Each requires imagination.

Words have a magical power. They can bring either the greatest happiness or deepest despair; they can transfer knowledge from teacher to student; words enable the orator to sway his audience and dictate its decisions.

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Our starting point is not the individual: We do not subscribe to the view that one should feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, or clothe the naked. Our objectives are different: We must have a healthy people in order to prevail in the world.

Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

Events of human origin are uncertain, but all is regulated and governed by the incalculable power of God, inspiring us not through drunken fury nor by frantic movement, but through the influences of the stars.

Trees bear fruits only to be eaten by others; the fields grown grains, but they are consumed by the world. Cows give milk, but she doesn’t drink it herself – that is left to others. Clouds send rain only to quench the parched earth. In such giving, there is little space for selfishness.

Note to self: no matter how bad life gets, there’s always beer.