She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

Necessary, forever necessary, to burn out false shames and smelt the heaviest ore of the body into purity.

I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

And it seems to me a blasphemy to say that the Holy Spirit is Love. In the Old Testament it is an Eagle: in the New it is a Dove.Christ insists on the Dove: but in His supreme moments He includes the Eagle.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.