Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.

Our civilisation cannot afford to let the censor-moron loose. The censor-moron does not really hate anything but the living and growing human consciousness.

Don't be sucked in by the su-superior, don't swallow the culture bait, don't drink, don't drink and get beerier and beerier, do learn to discriminate.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could not love her. Perhaps she had not in herself that which he wanted. It was the deepest motive of her soul, this self-mistrust. It was so deep she dared neither realise nor acknowledge. Perhaps she was deficient. Like an infinitely subtle shame, it kept her always back. If it were so, she would do without him. She would never let herself want him. She would merely see.

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