Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
In masturbation there is nothing but loss.
We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.
There is no evolving, only unfolding. The lily is in the bit of dust which is its beginning, lily and nothing but lily: and the lily in blossom is a ne plus ultra: there is no evolving beyond.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.