The #‎ cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.