Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

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

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

Marriage and deathless friendship, both should be inviolable and sacred: two great creative passions, separate, apart, but complementary: the one pivotal, the other adventurous: the one, marriage, the centre of human life; and the other, the leap ahead.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.