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

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.