To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in..

Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war..

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses..

I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor my actions..

The cancer of time is eating us away.

Leave out the parts that readers tend to skip..

The Englishman, be it noted, seldom resorts to violence; when he is sufficiently goaded he simply opens up, like the oyster, and devours his adversar….

The enchanting, and sometimes terrifying, thing is that the world can be so many things to so many different souls. That it can be, and is, all these….

Hell is probably quite similar to most Paris bistros ... a bit overheated, somewhat too crowded, and a little too noisy for my tastes. The waiters wi….

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies..

If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch..

The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment..

Her fluency was marvelous. She would say things at random, intricate, flamelike, or slide off into a parenthetical limbo peppered with fireworks-- ad….

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of deat….

You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...] I don't k….

The earth is not a lair, neither is it a prison. The earth is a Paradise, the only one we'll ever know. We will realize it the moment we open our eye….

The word which gives the key to the national vice is waste. And people who are wasteful are not wise, neither can they remain young and vigorous. In ….

I had to learn, as I soon did, that one must give up everything and not do anything else but write, that one must writer and write and write, even if….

At Epidaurus, in the stillness, in the great peace that came over me, I heard the heart of the world beat. I know what the cure is: it is to give up,….

For a metaphysical treat stop at the Big Sur Inn, which is also a haven for stray cats and dogs. Life along the South Coast is just a bed of roses, w….

In the beginning was the Word. Man acts it out. He is the act, not the actor..