The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

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.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

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