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

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.

I am only half there when I am ill, and so there is only half a man to suffer. To suffer in one's whole self is so great a violation, that it is not to be endured.

What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.