Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality--same stuff, same make up, only more force. And the strong driving force usually finds his weak spot, and he goes cranked, or goes under.

One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

When man has nothing but his will to assert--even his good-will--it is always bullying. Bolshevism is one sort of bullying, capitalism another: and liberty is a change of chains.