It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

He reflected on the decay of mankind-the decline of the human race into folly and weakness and rottenness. 'Be a good animal, true to your animal instinct' was his motto.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.