The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.

Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

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

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

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