
Every man has his own destiny; the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition

To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring.

What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their ability to act according to their beliefs.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

Nine-tenths of our sickness can be prevented by right thinking plus right hygiene - nine-tenths of it!

Surrealism is merely the reflection of the death process. It is one of the manifestations of a life becoming extinct, a virus which quickens the inevitable end.