If only the sense of actuality can be lulled-and it sleeps for ever in most historians-there is no passion that cannot be gratified in the past.

Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.

Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.

Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.

Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness.

You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.