Her face lay still on the air under his face...
Then she understood that what she needed was the motion to a purpose, no matter how small or in what form, the sense of an activity going step by step to some chosen end across a span of time. The wor...
The pursuit of truth is not important. The pursuit of that truth is important which helps you in reaching your goal that is provided you have one.
The cult of moral grayness is a revolt against moral values.
She started off, walking fast, as if the speed of her steps could give form to the things she felt.
She knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known.
Only the man who extols the purity of love devoid of desire, is capable of the depravity of a desire devoid of love.
Never think of pain or danger or enemies a moment longer than is necessary to fight them.
If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world alof...
I loathe your ideals because I know no worse injustice than the giving of the undeserved.
I dont work with collectives. I don't consult, i don't co-operate, I don't collaborate.
I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life.
Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious...
But this was that view of human destiny which she had most passionately hated and rejected: the view that man was ever to be drawn by some vision of the unattainable shining ahead, doomed ever to aspi...
But I don’t understand. Why do you want me to think that this is great architecture? He pointed to the picture of the Parthenon.That, said the Dean, is the Parthenon.- So it is.- I haven’t the time to...
And that night we knew that to hold the body of women in our arms in neither ugly nor shameful, but the one ecstasy granted to the race of men.
To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense.
Art is inextricably tied to man's survival - not to his physical survival, but to that on which his physical survival depends: to the preservation and survival of his consciousness.
For the "We" must never be spoken, save by one's choice and as a second thought. This word must never be placed first within a man's soul, else it becomes a monster, the root of all evils on earth, th...
Anyone who fights for the future, lives in it today.