The search for happiness ... always ends in the ghastly sense of the bottomless nothingness into which you will inevitably fall if you strain any further.

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.

She knew that the horse, born to serve nobly, had waited in vain for someone noble to serve. His spirit knew that nobility had gone out of men.

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.