“There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.”

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.

When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.

Man is a mistake. He must go.

Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.

That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.

Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.

Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.

Your tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.

What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

If you would attain to your highest, go look upon a flower;what the flower does willessly, that do willingly.

But dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.

People are flowers. Music is water. Musicians are the hose.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

There is more value in placing a flower in a rifle barrel than making war. As Jimi Hendrix used to say, musical notes have more importance than bullets.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.