One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.
The day of the absolute is over, and we’re in for the strange gods once more.
I’ll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.
We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.
The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.
Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.
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.
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
I’d be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.
Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven’t really got.
Only in a novel are all things given full play.
One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one’s passional changes.
Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.
Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.
Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.
Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.
America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you – no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.