If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

The more you let yourself go, the less others let you go.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

Without the errors which lie in the assumption of morality, man would have remained an animal.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.