There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.

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

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

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 human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.