If I were reading a book and happened to strike a wonderful passage I would close the book then and there and go for a walk. I hated the thought of coming to the end of a good book. I would tease it along, delay the inevitable as long as possible, But always, when I hit a great passage, I would stop reading immediately. Out I would go, rain, hail, snow or ice, and chew the cud.

Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

Remorse is impotence; it will sin again. Only repentance is strong - it can end everything.

An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation... The other eight are unimportant.