Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man. |
All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true. |
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent. |
My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily. |
So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness. |
The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do. |
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. |
The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity. |
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance. |
The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write. |
The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind. |
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken. |
Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar. |
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! |
I shall always be a priest of love. |
People always make war when they say they love peace. |
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. |
You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere. |
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. |
Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means. |