Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.

The happy marriage, which is the only proper nursery, is indissoluble. The unhappy marriage, which perpetually tells the child a bogey-man story about life, ought to be dissolved.

It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.

Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about each other. But it is not so widely realized that even less can one trust what people say about themselves.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

Neurotics, who cause less distress to themselves and their neighbours than those in the other category, are at war with their own natures. Their right hands are in conflict with their left. Psychotics, and it is those who commit purposeless crimes and prefer death to life, are at war with their environment. Right and left hands strike against the womb that carries them.

Once a secret society establishes itself within an open society, there is no end to the hideous mistrust it must cause.