Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the "purpose" be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

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.

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 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.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.