Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.
If only I had the magic self of babyhood when I remembered what it was like before I was born, I wouldnt worry about death now knowing both to be the same empty dream.
I’m not a beatnik. I’m a Catholic.
I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
I got all my boyhood in vanilla winter waves around the kitchen stove.
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?
Hell! I’m glad I did it. It’s going to be a change. I call this life!
Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.
Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.
Believe in the holy contour of life.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
