We are so conceited and so unproud.

Why were we driven out of Paradise? Why did we fall into this gnawing disease of unappeasable dissatisfaction? Not because we sinned. Ah, no. All the animals in Paradise enjoyed the sensual passion of coition. Not because we sinned. But because we got sex into our head.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.