We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

The unhappiness of a wife with a good husband is much more devastating than the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.

Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things.

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of itsown, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.