Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.

When One Wants To Become Cognizant Of The Color And The Texture Of The Soil, One Does Not Get A Ladder; One Gets A Shovel. When One Wants To Get Into Touch With The Texture Of The Universal Mind, One Does Not Go To Boston; One Goes To The Bowery.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.