A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she’s seen marriage at its worst, and now she’s dreaming about ‘supermen’ and ‘great men’. What is the good of doing anything for them?
Australia formed me, I must be an Australian.
We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.
I know your breed; all your fine officials debauch the younger girls who are afraid to lose their jobs: that’s as old as Washington.
She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took place; and in herself, where all was yet only the night of senses and wild dreams, the work of passion going on.
Loneliness is a terrible blindness.
The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.
I do not want to go to heaven; I want my children, forever children, and other children, stalwart adults, and a good happy wife, that is all I ask, but not paradise; earth is good enough for me: it is because I believe earth is heaven, Naden, that I can overcome all my troubles and face down my enemies.
About myself? No. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves there wouldn’t be enough to go around.