Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

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.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

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