If I look to see what I ever did that, for all I now know, some other man might not have done, I am utterly unable to discover the certainly unique deed.

The world, as transformed by this creative deed, is better than it would have been had all else remained the same, but had that deed of treason not been done at all.

For the Absolute, as we now know, all life is individual, but is individual as expressing a meaning.

I know who I am. When I look in the mirror, I see me.

I am certainly not a mainstream religious man.

I am utterly, consummately intense, wearing sunflowers and poppies and dahlias in my buttonhole.