Men are not free when they're doing just what they like. Men are only free when they're doing what the deepest self likes. And there is getting down to the deepest self! It takes some diving.
If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.
When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.
Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.
When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.
One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.
Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
If it doesn't absorb you, if it isn't any fun, don't do it.
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.
There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe...but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
God doesn't know things. He is things.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.
But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
When I went to the scientific doctor I realised what a lust there was in him to wreak his so-called science on me and reduce me to the level of a thing. So I said: Good-morning! and left him.
The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.
We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.
It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
The great crime which the moneyed classes and promoters of industry committed in the palmy Victorian days was the condemning of the workers to ugliness, ugliness, ugliness: meanness and formless and ugly surroundings, ugly ideals, ugly religion, ugly hope, ugly love, ugly clothes, ugly furniture, ugly houses, ugly relationship between workers and employers. The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
Man is a thought-adventurer.
Never trust the teller, trust the tale.
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.
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