Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

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.

The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of itsown, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.

I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.

I should like [people] to like the purely individual thing in themselves, which makes them act in singleness. and They only like to do the collective thing.