The sea, as Euripides says in one of his plays about Iphigenia, washes away the stains and wounds of the world.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way, And will not swerve aside: It slays the weak, it slays the strong, It has a deadly stride: With iron heel it slays the strong, The monstrous parricide!
Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.
Imagination is imitative – the real innovation lies in criticism.
You seem to be displaying signs of triviality.
I look on all the different religions as colleges in a great university. Roman Catholicism is the greatest and most romantic of them.
So you think that it is only God who sees the soul? Draw that curtain back, and you will see mine.
Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.... A new Hedonism--that is what our century wants.