Animals do not admire each other. A horse does not admire its companion.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected--in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting his whole self into it, quite unawares, presenting as if in allegory the basic themes and problems of his life.

Thought that can merge wholly into feeling, feeling that can merge wholly into thought - these are the artist's highest joy.

…What our age needs, what it demands, what it will create for itself, is—terror.

A great truth is a truth whose opposite is also a truth.