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

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

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.

There is nothing harder for an Artist than to retain his Artistic integrity in the tomb of success. A tomb, nevertheless, which nearly every Artist: whether he admits it or not; naturally wants to get into.

Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.

Fearful as reality is, it is less fearful than evasions of reality. Look steadfastly into the slit, pinpointed malignant eyes of reality as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts.