Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

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.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.