If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?