After a few months in my parents' basement I took an apartment near the state university where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these things are dangerous but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations.

Wherever the art of medicine is loved there is also a love of humanity.

When science art literature and philosophy are simply the manifestation of personality they are on a level where glorious and dazzling achievements are possible which can make a man's name live for thousands of years.

I realised the bohemian life was not for me. I would look around at my friends living like starving artists and wonder 'Where's the art?' They weren't doing anything. And there was so much interesting stuff to do so much fun to be had... maybe I could even quit renting.

Where thou art that is home.

I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art poems schools theology displacing all that exists or that has been produced anywhere in the past under opposite influences.

Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.

Every happening great and small is a parable whereby God speaks to us and the art of life is to get the message.

The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can and keep moving on.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth thou art not my abyss!