I'm not sure if a mental relation with a woman doesn't make it impossible to love her. To know the mind of a woman is to end in hating her. Love means the pre-cognitive flow...it is the honest state before the apple.

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

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

Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.