Democracy and equality try to denythe mystic recognition of difference and innate priority, the joy of obedience and the sacred responsibility of authority.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do - it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

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.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.