Henry Miller

Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.

Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

When one is trying to do something beyond his known powers it is useless to seek the approval of friends. Friends are at their best in moments of defeat.

In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.

Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.

The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.