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.

Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.