Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.

It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.

You think Christianity is favorable to women? On the contrary. It is the Christian countries that have produced the prostitute and the most vile estimations of women in the world.

Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.