And Can A Man His Own Quietus

She Had Borne So Long The Cruelty Of Belonging To Him And Not Being Claimed By Him.

I Shall Always Be A Priest Of Love.

I Believe That There Was A Great Age, A Great Epoch When Man Did Not Make War: Previous To 2000 B.c. Then The Self Had Not Reallybecome Aware Of Itself, It Had Not Separated Itself Off, The Spirit Was Not Yet Born, So There Was No Internal Conflict, And Hence No Permanent External Conflict.

There Are Three Cures For Ennui: Sleep, Drink And Travel.

I Can't Bear Art That You Can Walk Round And Admire. A Book Should Be Either A Bandit Or A Rebel Or A Man In The Crowd.