He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.