The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

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

I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.