One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.

There's nothing wrong with sexual feelings in themselves, so long as they are straightforward and not sneaking or sly. The right sort of sex stimulus is invaluable to human daily life. Without it the world grows grey.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.