They find me odd, and whisper behind hands…And my brutal desires sink hooks into their lips…

Never set fire to a bridge while you are still crossing it.

Love I must forego. I am not a man with an income.

You can say the same thing nicely.

There can be no law of nature, no science, No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer, Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

For that again, is what all manner of religion essentially is: childish dependency.

When a figure painter executes a landscape he treats it as if it were a face; Degas' landscapes are unparalleled because they are visionary landscapes.

A goal is a planned conflict with the status quo.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Every book is good to read which sets the reader in a working mood.

Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.