Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

For how can a man stand, unless he have something sure under his feet. Can a man tread the unstable water all his life, and call that standing? Better give in and drown at once.

You're spending your life without renewing it. You've got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You're spending your vitality without making any. Can't go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!

Our civilisation cannot afford to let the censor-moron loose. The censor-moron does not really hate anything but the living and growing human consciousness.