I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can't be denied.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.

Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes.

No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man's front embraces the whole universe.