The love that interferes and knows not how to leave alone is a love alien to Nature's ways.

One needs no strange spiritual faith to worship the earth.

Every day that we allow ourselves to take things for granted, every day that we allow some little physical infirmity or worldly worry to come between us and our obstinate, indignant, defiant exultation, we are weakening our genius for life.

Let none count themselves wise who have not with the nerves of their imagination felt the pain of the vivisected.

Who has not watched a mother stroke her child's cheek or kiss her child in a certain way and felt a nervous shudder at the possessive outrage done to a free solitary human soul?

If by the time we're sixty we haven't learned what a knot of paradox and contradiction life is, and how exquisitely the good and the bad are mingled in every action we take, and what a compromising hostess Our Lady of Truth is, we haven't grown old to much purpose.

Words cannot be remote from reality when they create reality.