“You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.”

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

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.

Only youth has a taste of immortality.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

To avoid pain, they avoid pleasure. To avoid death, they avoid life.

If you fight with all your might, there is a chance of life; where as death is certain if you cling to your corner.

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Life is short, we never when it’ll be our last breath.

Loneliness is a black hole, a darkness, a frightening negative state almost like death.

There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.