While we live, let us live.

It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

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

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--