It is a curious thing how poets tend to become ascetics.... Even a debauch for them is a self-flagellation. They go on the loose in cruelty against themselves, admitting that they are pandering to, and despising, the lower self.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

You don't want to be an animal, you want to observe your own animal functions, so as to get a mental thrill out of them. It is allpurely secondary--and more decadent than the most hide-bound intellectualism.