Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the read more

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am read more

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

The world is a living image of God.

The world is a living image of God.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and read more

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

I cannot afford to waste my time making money.

I cannot afford to waste my time making money.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.