If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are; like fishes not meant to swim.

We create the world in which we live; if that world becomes unfit for human life, it is because we tire of our responsibility.

Sheep with a nasty side.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those who do.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.