... the stomach is near the heart and one appetite pricks on another.
Speaking the truth, once you have started it, is too exhilarating to draw back.
There is as much vanity in self-scourgings as in self-justification.
The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.
... the truth is exactly that which can't be got into words. We are forced to lie, a little or, if we are inferior, much.
An animal is not cruel; it lives wholly in the instant leap on its prey, in the present taste of marrow or blood. Cruelty begins with the memory, and the pleasures of the memory are impure; they draw their strength along levels where no sun has reached.