Writers speak stench.

In Paradise, as always: that which causes the sin and that which recognizes it for what it is are one. The clear conscience is Evil, which is so entirely victorious that it does not any longer consider the leap from left to right necessary.

There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.

What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.