Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.

How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!

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

There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation.

Any inhibition must be wrong, since inevitably in the end it causes neurosis and insanity.