One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.

God is only a great imaginative experience.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness.... It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.