It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

I shall always be a priest of love.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

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

Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.