A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

I can give you a spirit love, I have given you this long, long time; but not embodied passion. See, you are a nun. I have given you what I would give a holy nun...In all our relations no body enters. I do not talk to you through the senses - rather through the spirit. That is why we cannot love in the common sense.

While the white man keeps the impetus of his own proud, onward march, the dark races will yield and serve, perforce. But let the white man once have a misgiving about his own leadership, and the dark races will at once attack him, to pull him down into the old gulfs.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.