Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

But there is that about well-intentioned advice that has the opposite effect of the one intended, and causes a Spanish fly of perversity to enter into the hitherto passive soul.

Anyone who has attempted to create knows the hellishness of it, which consists in the final inescapability from it. Knows that anything, however deadly humdrum to drug the senses, is preferable to it. Knows the gigantic effort to get started on the boundless, unwieldy, shapeless material; the forest of hesitations; of what to keep and what to throw out; the running-out terror and reluctance in one of finishing.

There is a great gulf between the really creative person and normal people. The totally creative person does not have the rest of his life in proper proportion.

Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.