The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.
Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.
At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.
I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me.