In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

I believe that there was a great age, a great epoch when man did not make war: previous to 2000 B.C. Then the self had not reallybecome aware of itself, it had not separated itself off, the spirit was not yet born, so there was no internal conflict, and hence no permanent external conflict.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one's friends--give me the country.

One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?