There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
The dead don't die. They look on and help.
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.
In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.
I hear a lot of cries of socialism and certainly real disguises of "Why should I share my money with these people?" We have to get back to "we. " It's important to get back to "we" not just "I. "
Reality isn't a particularly good guide to human happiness.
It's botherin' me, man. You know, you can't say this, you can't say that, I'm like, well, how am I gonna talk about the world? You know? I mean I need to talk about something to you all, can I - can I do it? Can I talk to y'all? I mean, I hope the kids are in bed, you know, because I got to talk, y'all.
In the US itself, there are dozens of well-organized and well-equipped groups, which are capable of causing a large-scale destruction.