Mediocrity is self-inflicted and genius is self-bestowed.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn…

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

What is hell? Hell is oneself.

Hell is alone, the other figures in it

Merely projections.
There is nothing to escape from

And nothing to escape to.
One is always alone.

We are described into corners, and then we must describe ourselves out of corners.

I am that soundless, boundless, bitter sea.
All tides are mine, and answer unto me.
Tides of the airs, tides of the inner earth;
The secret, silent tides of death and birth.
Tides of men’s souls and dreams, and destiny
Isis Veiled, and Ea, Binah, Ge.

When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money

My delusionary hell does not agree with yours.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.