A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time.

...All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.

Freudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods, appear to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others. I reject it utterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.