Women do not know all their powers of flirtation.
Letters couldn't care less whether what is written with them is true or false.
To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.
Man is an idiot. He doesn't know how to do anything without copying, without imitating, without plagiarizing, without aping. It might even have been that man invented generation by coitus after seeing the grasshopper copulate.
In all nations an exceptional man exists that compensates the deficiencies of the remainder. In those moments, when humanity is found collectively in a state of decadence, there always remain those exceptional beings as point of reference.
There is always time to take more time.
Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.
I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
Gardening. . . demands a certain attitude. It is necessary to accept the dynamism of vegetation with serenity.
I am quite above physical death and believe it to be only the birth throes for a much purer life in a much purer draping.
The knowledge that mankind needs is not the way or principle which has an absolute existence, but the particular truths for here and now and for particular individuals. Absolute truth is imaginary, abstract, vague, without evidence, and cannot be demonstrated.