Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

So it is useless to evade reality, because it only makes it more virulent in the end. But instead, look steadfastly into the slit, pin-pointed, malignant eyes of reality: as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts. Take it by the scruff of the neck, and shake the evil intent out of it; till it rattles out harmlessly, like gall bladder stones, fossilized on the floor.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

money ... is only important when you have none; and though it may not be everything, it goes a very long way towards blocking up the winter draft of age.

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.

none of what I know is out of books. ... I prefer tactual learning. Touching, on the quick of the sore nail, of present, mobile life. To toy, to gnaw, to tear: at the living element of pain. Like at a living drumstick.