Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better.

Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.