One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

The mystery of the evening-star brilliant in silence and distance between the downward-surging plunge of the sun and the vast, hollow seething of inpouring night. The magnificence of the watchful morning-star, that watches between the night and the day, the gleaming clue to the two opposites.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.