The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
Will you come down and kiss me good night?
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.
I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.