Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

It is marriage, perhaps, which had given man the best of his freedom, given him his little kingdom of his own within the big kingdom of the state.... It is a true freedom because it is a true fulfilment, for man, woman and children. Do we then want to break marriage? If we do break it, it means we all fall to a far greater extent under the direct sway of the State.

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

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