You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal jacket. The harder a man works, at brute labor, the thinner becomes his idealism, the darker his mind.

The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.

Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.

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

I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction