The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

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.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.