I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.
The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.
Men! The only animal in the world to fear.
Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
God how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophisticated, much more conceited, only young in a certain puerile vanity more like senility than anything.
The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.
Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.
Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.
The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.
Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.
Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.
Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.
Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.