The Only Paradise Is Paradise Lost.

We See Things But We Don't See Them, Like Things That Slid Through The Mind, One Flowing Into Another.

An Hour Is Not Merely An Hour, It Is A Vase Full Of Scents And Sounds And Projects And Climates.

Until I Saw Chardin's Painting, I Never Realized How Much Beauty Lay Around Me In My Parents' House, In The Half-cleared Table, In The Corner Of A Tablecloth Left Awry, In The Knife Beside The Empty Oyster Shell.

All The Great Things We Know Have Come To Us From Neurotics. It Is They Who Have Founded Religions And Created Great Works Of Art.

All Our Final Decisions Are Made In A State Of Mind That Is Not Going To Last.