And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

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

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.