The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

The moment one is on the side of life; peace and security drop out of consciousness. The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

My one thought is to get out of New York, to experience something genuinely American.

When I think of New York I have a very different feeling. New York makes even a rich man feel his unimportance. New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit. A constant ferment, but it might just as well be going on in a test tube. Nobody knows what it's all about. Nobody directs the energy. Stupendous. Bizarre, Baffling. A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.

The only difference between the Adamic man and the man of today is that the one was born to Paradise and the other has to create it.

I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.