A human being, he wrote, is a whispering in the steam pipes on a cold night; dust sifted through a locked window; one or the other half of an unsolved equation; a pun made by God; an ingenious assembly of portable plumbing."

"I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter."

High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

Simplicity of character is no hindrance to subtlety of intellect.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.