To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.