And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.

When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

Our civilisation cannot afford to let the censor-moron loose. The censor-moron does not really hate anything but the living and growing human consciousness.

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

Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.