“The honour of his art forbade it.”  A Hunger Artist

There are a you and an I, and there is no mine and yours! For without a you and an I, there is no love, and with mine and yours there is no love but “mine” and “yours” (these possessive pronouns) are, of course, formed from a “you” and an “I” and as a consequence seem obliged to be present wherever there are a you and an I. This is indeed the case everywhere, but not in love , which is a revolution from the ground up. The more profound the revolution, the more completely the distinction “mine and yours” disappears, and the more perfect is the love. Works of Love

Pleasure is Nature’s test, her sign of approval. When man is happy, he is in harmony with himself and his environment. The Soul of Man Under Socialism

Many the lumps of frankincense on the same altar; one falls there early and another late, but it makes no difference. Book IV