I Know No Joy As Great As

The Body Is An Instrument Which Only Gives Off Music When It Is Used As A Body.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

I Sleep With My Feet On Moss Carpets, My Branches In The Cotton Of The Clouds.

He Had A Mania For Washing And Disinfecting Himself. . . . For Him The Only Danger Came From The Microbes That Attacked The Body. He Had Not Studied The Microbe Of Conscience Which Eats Into The Soul.

Whenever You Do Something That Is Not Aligned With The Yearning Or Your Soul—you Create Suffering.