I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

[Hawthorne''s] pious blame is a chuckle of praise all the while.

If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night

Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.

It is only when men lose their contact with this eternal life-flame, and become merely personal, things in themselves, instead ofthings kindled in the flame, that the fight between man and woman begins.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

I shall always be a priest of love.