Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.
Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.
Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.
If you don’t like it, alter it, and if you can’t alter it, put up with it.
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.
Why doesn’t the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?
In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.
Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being.
The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.
That’s it! When you come to know men, that’s how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.
When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.
Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it’s touch we’re afraid of.
Where sanity is there God is.
It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.