Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.

Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.

Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.