Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

All human actions are equivalent and all are on principle doomed to failure.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

Hell is other people.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.