The sot drinks, and is drunken: the coward drinks not, and shivers: the wise man, brave and free, drinks, and gives glory to the Most High God.

The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth!

Balance every thought with its opposition. Because the marriage of them is the destruction of illusion.

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan

If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the words 'O windy star blown sideways up the sky!' True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable.

Sex is the sacred song of the soul; Sex is the sanctuary of Self.