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The only principle I can see in this life, is that one must forfeit the less for the greater.
The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance.
One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.
At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats By the Ponte Vecchio . . . Changing guard.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.
I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.
I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.
A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.
You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.
The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?
It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them.
I see a redness suddenly come Into the evening's anxious breast-- 'Tis the wound of love goes home!
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.
Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.
How can any man be free without a soul of his own, that he believes in and won't sell at any price?
There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.
Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.
That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.
Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.
I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.
One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces.
Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed.
Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.
Sanity means the wholeness of the consciousness. And our society is only part conscious, like an idiot.
Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things.
I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.
Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!
For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.
The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.
Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.
Necessary, forever necessary, to burn out false shames and smelt the heaviest ore of the body into purity.
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.
Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.