The great writer finds style as the mystic finds God, in his own soul.

Failing to find in women exactly the same kind of sexual emotions, as they find in themselves, men have concluded that there are none there at all.

I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.

Man lives by imagination.

Of woman as a real human being, with sexual needs and sexual responsibilities, morality has often known nothing.

Civilized men arrived in the Pacific, armed with alcohol, syphilis, trousers, and the Bible.

Where there is most labour there is not always most life.