Quotes by: Havelock Ellis
The art of dancing stands at the source of all the arts that express themselves first in the human person. The art of building, or architecture, is the beginning of all the arts that lie outside the person; and in the end they unite.
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
Still, whether we like it or not, the task of speeding up the decrease of the human population becomes increasingly urgent.
Of woman as a real human being, with sexual needs and sexual responsibilities, morality has often known nothing.
The husband - by primitive instinct partly, certainly by ancient tradition - regards himself as the active partner in matters of love and his own pleasure as legitimately the prime motive for activity.
A sublime faith in human imbecility has seldom led those who cherish it astray.
It has always been difficult for Man to realize that his life is all an art. It has been more difficult to conceive it so than to act it so. For that is always how he has more or less acted it.
Failing to find in women exactly the same kind of sexual emotions, as they find in themselves, men have concluded that there are none there at all.
There is a very intimate connection between hypnotic phenomena and religion.
What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.
There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.
'Charm' - which means the power to effect work without employing brute force - is indispensable to women. Charm is a woman's strength just as strength is a man's charm.
The greatest task before civilization at present is to make machines what they ought to be, the slaves, instead of the masters of men.
At the present day the crude theory of the sexual impulse held on one side, and the ignorant rejection of theory altogether on the other side, are beginning to be seen as both alike unjustified.
Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.