Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness.... It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

The final aim is not to know, but to be.... You've got to know yourself so that you can at last be yourself. "Be yourself" is the last motto.

What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

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