There is in each of us an ancient force that takes and an ancient force that gives. A man finds little difficulty facing that place within himself where the taking force dwells, but it's almost impossible for him to see into the giving force without changing into something other than man. For a woman, the situation is reversed. ... These things are so ancient within us that they're ground into each separate cell of our bodies... It's as easy to be overwhelmed by giving as by taking.

The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of great peril.

You know it's love when you want to give joy and damn the consequences.

You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgement of your existence.

Who are the rabble and who are the ruled?

Humans live best when each has his place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person.

But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.