So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do?

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.