Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.
California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers -- but to track it home.
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.