The bourgeois produces the bolshevist, inevitably as every half-truth at length produces the contradiction of itself in the opposite half-truth.

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

We fucked a flame into being.

The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.