The only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche.
Trenches, hospitals, the common grave--there are no other possibilities.
. . . but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.
Mirrors are there when we are and yet they never give anything back to us but our own image. Never, never shall we know what they are when they are alone or what is behind them.
A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.
We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.
Courage is the fairest adornment of youth.
Housework is the only activity at which men are allowed to be consistently inept because they are thought to be so competent at everything else.
Facts, and facts alone, are the foundation of science. . . When one devotes oneself to experimental research it is in order to augment the sum of known facts, or to discover their mutual relations.
I've forgotten more about national security than George W. Bush will ever learn.
Attention: a sacred energy coming into me. Be sensitive to it. Recognize again and again that it is there