I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

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.

Let man only approach his own self with a deep respect, even reverence for all that the creative soul, the God-mystery within us, puts forth. Then we shall all be sound and free. Lewdness is hateful because it impairs our integrity and our proud being. The creative, spontaneous soul sends forth its promptings of desire and aspiration in us. These promptings are our true fate, which is our business to fulfill. A fate dictated from outside, from theory or from circumstance, is a false fate.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.

Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.