Embraces do not matter; they merely indicate the will to love and may as well be followed by defeat as victory. But disregard means that now there needs to be no straining of the eyes, no stretching forth of the hands, no pressing of the lips, because theirs is such a union that they are no longer aware of the division of their flesh.

A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.

What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

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.

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.

art is at least in part a way of collecting information about the universe.

Here lies the real terror in the international war of ideologies; that a city knows not whom it entertains.