A book is a part of life, a manifestation of life, just as much as a tree or a horse or a star. It obeys its own rhythms, its own laws, whether it be a novel, a play, or a diary. The deep, hidden rhythm of life is always there - that of the pulse, the heart beat.

The only law which is really lived up to wholeheartedly and with a vengeance is the law of conformity.

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.

Art is only a means to life, the life more abundant. It merely points the way.

If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.

To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture, killing and recreating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim the future is not enough. One must act as if the past were dead and the future unrealizable.