If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.
When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
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.
It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.
Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
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.
The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.
I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.
One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.
The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?