The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It's when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life's not worth having.