The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

I believe that there was a great age, a great epoch when man did not make war: previous to 2000 B.C. Then the self had not reallybecome aware of itself, it had not separated itself off, the spirit was not yet born, so there was no internal conflict, and hence no permanent external conflict.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

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

He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.