It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.

I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.

Memory is a great betrayer.

The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.

Adolescence is like cactus.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.