I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

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

Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.