We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

I might have known better, nothing is what everybody wants, the world runs on that law. Personally, if I could, I would instigate Meat-Axe Day, and out of the goodness of my heart I would whack your head off with a couple of others. Every man should be allowed one day and a hatchet just to ease his heart.

…everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten — the design of death.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .