I should like [people] to like the purely individual thing in themselves, which makes them act in singleness. and They only like to do the collective thing.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.