Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away..

As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker..

What is a house but a bigger skin, and a neighborhood map but the world's skin ever expanding?.

I like to be aware of a book as a piece of writing, and aware of its structure as a product of mind, and yet I want to be able to see the represented….

Your feelings are none of your business..

The world did not have me in mind; it had no mind. It was a coincidental collection of things and people, of items, an I myself was one such item...t….

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less..

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet..

After the one extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricaci….

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wide….

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance..

For all the insularity of the old guard, Pittsburgh was always an open and democratic town..

What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?.

The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail..

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time..

Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She mus….

Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block..

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken Eng….

Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratui….

I write in my own journal when something extraordinary or funny happens. And there's some nice imagery in there. I don't think of what to do with it..

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place..