Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.
The only principle I can see in this life, is that one must forfeit the less for the greater.
No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.
America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking little wills, everybody trying to put it over everybody else, and a land of men absolutely devoid of the real courage of trust, trust in life's sacred spontaneity. They can't trust life until they can control it.
The great home of the soul is the open road.
In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.
The dead don't die. They look on and help.
Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.
And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.
My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconsciou s is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.
If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.
The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
The living moment is everything.
Satire exists for the purpose of killing the social being [for the sake of] the true individual, the real human being.
Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.
One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
When love enters, the whole spiritual constitution of a man changes, is filled with the Holy Ghost, and almost his form is altered.
One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.
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