Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.

Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me.

Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

All are / naked, none is safe.

To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.