It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.

Primitive peoples tried to annul death by portraying the human body--we do it by finding substitutes for the human body. Technology instead of mysticism!

The technologist was the final guise of the white missionary, industrialization the last gospel of a dying race and living standards a substitute for a purpose in living.

Why don't we follow our yearning?

There is no art without Eros.

I live, like every real man, in my work.