The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?