In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

Our civilisation cannot afford to let the censor-moron loose. The censor-moron does not really hate anything but the living and growing human consciousness.

Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us.

I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.

I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.