To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

I admire the courage and wisdom of Socrates in everything he did, said--and did not say.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

Unexplained, obscure matters are regarded as more important than explained, clear ones.

The enormous expectation having to do with sexual love and the shame involved in this expectation degrades all a woman's perspectives from the start.

The desire to create continually is vulgar and betrays jealousy, envy, ambition. If one is something one really does not need to make anything --and one nonetheless does very much. There exists above the ''productive'' man a yet higher species.

He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.