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

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us.