No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket
Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.
She took kisses like so many coats of paint […] how long and how vainly I searched for excuses which might make her amorality if not palatable at lest understandable. I realize now the time I wasted in this way; instead of enjoying her and turning aside from these preoccupations with the thought, ‘She is untrustworthy as she is beautiful. She takes love as plants do water, lightly, thoughtlessly.
To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.
The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.
Brazil is bigger than Europe, wilder than Africa, and weirder than Baffin Land.
All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.
Truth is what most contradicts itself.
The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.
I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?
He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.
How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.
Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.
Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.
I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
It’s only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.
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