My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

It is only when men lose their contact with this eternal life-flame, and become merely personal, things in themselves, instead ofthings kindled in the flame, that the fight between man and woman begins.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.