The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

There is no road, the road is made by walking.

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.