The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?

If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work.

We must know, if only in order to learn not to know. The supreme lesson of human consciousness is to learn how not to know. That is, how not to interfere.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.

Any inhibition must be wrong, since inevitably in the end it causes neurosis and insanity.