I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

The true unconscious is the well-head, the fountain of real motivity. The sex of which Adam and Eve became conscious derived fromthe very God who bade them be not conscious of it.

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.