It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

I'll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

You don't want to be an animal, you want to observe your own animal functions, so as to get a mental thrill out of them. It is allpurely secondary--and more decadent than the most hide-bound intellectualism.

One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.