He reflected on the decay of mankind-the decline of the human race into folly and weakness and rottenness. 'Be a good animal, true to your animal instinct' was his motto.

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

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.

But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.