Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.

He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is overpast, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.

No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.