Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

I do esteem individual liberty above everything. What is a nation for, but to secure the maximum liberty to every individual?

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.