Your whole past is like a long sleep which would have been forgotten had there been no memory, but remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is….

Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal..

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over..

When I think of New York I have a very different feeling. New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance. New York is cold, glittering, malign.….

Until we lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves..

The purpose of life is to remember..

A man of good will with a little effort and belief in his own powers can enjoy a deep, tranquil, rich life - provided he go his own way.... To live o….

America is no place for an artist: to be an artist is to be a moral leper, an economic misfit, a social liability. A corn-fed hog enjoys a better lif….

When you travel often, you will be addicted to it forever..

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart..

If you can fall in love again and again if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical you've got….

Topographically the country is magnificent - and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature ….

Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others - priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior - hold us to th….

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens..

Keep your libraries, your penal institutions, your insaneasylums... give me beer.You think man needs rule, he needs beer. The world does not need mor….

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it..

You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread..

Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine..

I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate..

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection..

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless ….