We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets – we remember only. – Henry Miller
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. – Henry Miller
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself. – Henry Miller
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense. – Henry Miller