A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.

Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?