Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.