The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

You don't want to be an animal, you want to observe your own animal functions, so as to get a mental thrill out of them. It is allpurely secondary--and more decadent than the most hide-bound intellectualism.