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Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it and one’s religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.
You don’t want to love – your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere.
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.