Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

You don't want to be an animal, you want to observe your own animal functions, so as to get a mental thrill out of them. It is allpurely secondary--and more decadent than the most hide-bound intellectualism.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.

Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.

The map appears to us more real than the land.