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

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

The nearer a conception comes towards finality, the nearer does the dynamic relation, out of which this concept has arisen, draw to a close. To know is to lose.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.