The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

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

I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.