I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.