Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.

The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly