Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

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.

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.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

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.

... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.