There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.

Contemplation makes a rare turkey cock of him. How he jets under his advanced plumes!

When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis much to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation.

I want the truth of things. But there's nowhere to find it.

It wasn't until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you've got to write your own books and nobody else's, and then everything followed from there.

It seems to me that we do live in two worlds... there is this physical one, which is coherant, and there is the spiritual one, which to the average man with his flashes of religious experience, is very often incoherant. This experience of having two worlds to live in all the time, or not all the time, is a vital one, and is what living is like.