Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

the more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

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