“One day I was counting the cats and I absent-mindedly counted myself.”

“I don't count my sit-ups; I only start counting when it starts hurting because they’re the only ones that count.”

“I understood that I was inventing myself, and that I was doing this more in the way of a painter than in the way of a scientist. I could not count on precision or calculation; I could only count on intuition.”

“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.”

“Don’t count, feel! The only count I know, is Count Basie!”

“With the same assurance with which I count on the floor to support me when I step on it, and on the fire to burn me were I to approach it, I want to be able to count on what I myself am and what I will be.”

“Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.”

“Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
Counting this row and that row of moccasins
Waiting on the silent shelf.”

“I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends”

“I will say that no one envies me. Do you believe this or not? No one envies me. [...] I live with my family and, as they say, I don't count your money, please don't count mine.”