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!

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.