My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

Freedom is a very great reality, but it means above all things, freedom from lies.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

And that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.