I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

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

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.