Why were we driven out of Paradise? Why did we fall into this gnawing disease of unappeasable dissatisfaction? Not because we sinned. Ah, no. All the animals in Paradise enjoyed the sensual passion of coition. Not because we sinned. But because we got sex into our head.

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.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

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

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.

I do esteem individual liberty above everything.