the more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.

It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.