The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes.

Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.