Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

Europe is, perhaps, the least worn-out of the continents, because it is the most lived in. A place that is lived in lives.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.