He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.

Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocence and duplicity, generosity and calculation, fear and courage, I cannot tell the whole truth simply because I would have to write four journals at once.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.