Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

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.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

They wanted genuine intimacy, but they could not get even normally near to anyone, because they scorned to take the first steps, they scorned the triviality which forms common human intercourse.