Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

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

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.