Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.

There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.

Keep your libraries, your penal institutions, your insaneasylums... give me beer.You think man needs rule, he needs beer. The world does not need morals, it needs beer... The souls of men have been fed with indigestibles, but the soul could make use of beer.

To be cured, we must rise from our graves and throw off the cerements of the dead. Nobody can do it for another - it is a private affair which is best done collectively. We must die as egos and be born again in the swarm, not separated and self-hypnotized, but individual and related.