Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

People always make war when they say they love peace.

A man must keep his earnestness nimble, to escape ridicule.