We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

I don't like your miserable lonely single front name. It is so limited, so meager; it has no versatility; it is weighted down with the sense of responsibility; it is worn threadbare with much use; it is as bad as having only one jacket and one hat; it is like having only one relation, one blood relation, in the world. Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.

It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.