I shall always be a priest of love. |
I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps. |
I think more of a bird with broad wings flying and lapsing through the air, than anything, when I think of metre. |
I want relations which are not purely personal, based on purely personal qualities; but relations based upon some unanimous accord in truth or belief, and a harmony of purpose, rather than of personality. I am weary of personality. Let us be easy and impersonal, not forever fingering over our own souls, and the souls of our acquaintances, but trying to create a new life, a new common life, a new complete tree of life from the roots that are within us. |
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets |
I would have loved it - without the French |
If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule |
If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work. |
If only we could have two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, which seem as if they have to be made; and the second in which to profit by them. |
If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab |
In every living thing there is the desire for love. |
In every living thing there is the desire for love. |
In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovere |
In today's complex and fast-moving world, what we need even more than foresight or hindsight is insight |
Is it the secret of the long-nosed Etruscans?/ The long-nosed, sensitive footed, subtly-smiling Etruscans, / Who made so little noise outside the cypress groves? |