You may well be right, and disaster may well come, I had told him. But for me it will always be a point of honour to go on working to prevent disaster, if only to make certain it is the right kind of disaster life needs when it does ultimately come.

Life is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril.

You cannot take the life of your times further than you have taken yourself.

The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self; and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.

I suspect it was...the old story of the implacable necessity of a man having honour within his own natural spirit. A man cannot live and temper his mettle without such honour. There is deep in him a sense of the heroic quest; and our modern way of life, with its emphasis on security, its distrust of the unknown and its elevation of abstract collective values has repressed the heroic impulse to a degree that may produce the most dangerous consequences.

The mystery of creation was always between two, in an awareness that there was always both a 'thou'and and 'I'.

Man is never alone. Acknowledged or unacknowledged, that which dreams through him is always there to support him from within.