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

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.

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?

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind it is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.

Something great is about to happen to me: I’m about to love somebody very much.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

At a certain age I just stopped arguing. I realized that there was no way [my father] could see, because for him to approve of what I was doing, he would have to have some belief in me as a musician.

No one in the final analysis really fails to become a Christian because of lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with God.

The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it.

Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence.

I just hope that more people will ignore the fatalism of the argument that we are beyond repair. We are not beyond repair. We are never beyond repair.

Arguments that explain everything explain nothing.

Time spent arguing with the faithful is, oddly enough, almost never wasted.

We must reinforce argument with results.