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

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.

Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.