One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realise any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience every time.

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.

Homer was wrong in saying, "Would that strife might pass away from among gods and men!" He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe.

Any inhibition must be wrong, since inevitably in the end it causes neurosis and insanity.

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.