The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us.