Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.

The artist's work constitutes the only satisfactory relationship he can have with his fellow men since he seeks his real friends among the dead and the unborn.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.