The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art. — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“I reached out for something to attach myself to—and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“I saw the errors I had made and assumed full responsibility for everything.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“(...)I decided to let myself drift with the tide, to make not the least resistance to fate, no matter in what form it presented… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“If it be knowledge or wisdom one is seeking, then one had better go direct to the source. And the source is not the… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“In the egocentric prism the helpless victim is walled in by the very light which he refracts. The ego dies in its own glass… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“When one spends what he has on himself, when one has a thoroughly good time with his own money, people are apt to say… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“And no one sets about saving the world unless he has first experienced the miracle of personal salvation.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“He looks about the room at the few sticks of furniture, at the dirty bed sheets and the wash basin with the dirty water… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
