Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!

I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.

What matters most is not the idea, but the capacity to believe in it completely.

Seems fairly clear that you fix a breed by LIMITING the amount of alien infiltration. You make a race by homogeneity and by avoiding INbreeding.... No argument has ever been sprouted against it. You like it in dogs and horses.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation, neither are they transmitted by book learning. The mystic tradition, any mystic tradition, is of a similar nature, that is, it is dependent on direct perception, a 'knowledge' as permanent as the faculty for receiving it.

Rhythm is form cut into time.