“And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me”

“And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, / No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.”

“Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.”

“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?”

“Tenderly, be not impatient, (Strong is your hold O mortal flesh, Strong is your hold O love.)”

“Are you the new person drawn toward me?To begin with, take warning - I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy'd satisfaction? Do you think I am trusty and faithful?Do you see no further than this façade—this smooth and tolerant manner of me? Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?”

“If you see a good deal remarkable in me I see just as much remarkable in you.”