“The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.”

One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

In a saturated population life is always cheap.

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.

But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind

A man with a club is a law-maker.

Not all the monsters have fangs.

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself

To be able to forget means sanity.

Sex and art are the same thing.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.

The important thing is to create. Nothing else matters; creation is all.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

The art of art is simplicity.

Love isn’t an emotion or an instinct – it’s an art.