But I was frightfully fond of the universe and wanted to address it by a diminutive. I often did so; and it never seemed to mind.

Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees.

We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.

When the chord of monotony is stretched to its tightest, it breaks with the sound of a song.

I despise Birth-Control first because it is ... an entirely meaningless word; and is used so as to curry favour even with those who would first recoil from its real meaning. The proceeding these quack doctors recommend does not control any birth.

A man does not know what he is saying until he knows what he is not saying.