There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.
When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin.
We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.
Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.
Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.
There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.
Youth is a period of missed opportunities.
Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.
Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.