Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.