I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

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?

No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.

That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

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.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.