Love each other or perish.

The commonest ivory tower is that of the average man, the state of passivity towards experience.

So long as we think of it objectively, time is Fate or Chance, the factor in our lives for which we are not responsible, and about which we can do nothing; but when we begin to think of it subjectively, we feel responsible for our time, and the notion of punctuality arises.

The ideal audience the poet imagines consists of the beautiful who go to bed with him, the powerful who invite him to dinner and tell him secrets of state, and his fellow-poets. The actual audience he gets consists of myopic schoolteachers, pimply young men who eat in cafeterias, and his fellow-poets. This means, in fact, he writes for his fellow-poets.

One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

Those who will not reason, perish in the act. Those who will not act, perish for that reason.

No being can make another one happy.