Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

The source of all life and knowledge is in #‎ man and #‎ woman , and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge , man-being and woman-being.

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.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.