How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!

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

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.