... the great rage which justifies murder and the firing of cities and makes a man rise into his whimpering strong citadel of self-pitying aloneness
I am old enough to know that the only self-evident duty is to that image of order we all carry in our brains. That the keeping of chaos under with stern occasional kicks or permanent tough floorboards is man's duty, and that all the rest is solemn hypocrite's words to justify self-interest.
The bitterness of life may make you a man
Can you not forsee what you will feel when you are truly grown up? You will understand the disappointments then. You will see where metaphors go wrong, that the door is most tight shut when it seems most open, that we are condemned to dying more than to death. Let me tell you the manner of our dying away from each other, which is not yet death
Gods and goddesses did not, after all, descend; they were immanent but rarely willing to emerge, they made themselves blind that they might not find a door too easily. But when they did find a door they might burn up the globe
I was creating man afresh, planting him in a garden with clean white body and the innocent eyes of a deer. But he would not stay there: he must needs leap out to his plotting and blood-letting and sniggering nastiness
The foul wrong then lay beyond a man's own purposing; there was somewhere, outside time's very beginning, an infinite well of putridity from which body and mind alike were driven, by some force unseen and uncontrollable, to drink
I envy any man who can carve marble. To climb it is for me, in my present state, work enough
A balance should be possible. Between the claims of the physically transient and the spiritually permanent
There is a whole wing of your mind's mansion unknown to you, where, as it were, work is already proceeding on your notion
If man is not good, it is because he has not yet learned to be good. He can learn, however
So many of our troubles spring from nature, not from the actions of men. Or women
How else can a man save his soul save through art of some kind or other?
Treat a Roman well and he will begin to think there is a catch somewhere and start brooding revolution
The confessional is ever open for the discharge of the shameful ordures of humanity
Ah, how society feels itself threatened by the human senses!
He's a better man than most of the Christians I know. But our view of him isn't necessarily the Almighty's
Belli can be seen as an underground link between the age of romanticism and the age of naturalism
Everyone likes to have his deepest convictions confirmed: that is one of the most abiding human satisfactions
You are a young man and still have your way to make so you won't resent a last bit of advice from an old codger like myself. Which is, to keep self-control. With self-control and keeping all personal feeling out of things allied to your book-learning, that way you should go far
A real told-you-so, born and bred, that man
Notions of wickedness are hypocritical emanations from the parents, the elders, the state
There is no commandment that says thou shalt not masturbate
I'm a dabbler, a literary man, a sort of poet even
There was a time when I began to doubt man's sanity how could he live without knowing for sure what dawn what death what doom awaited consciousness beyond the tomb?