Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

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.

A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

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