Very few people realise that sex is a psychic and not a physical act. The clumsy coupling of human beings is simply a biological paraphrase of this truth - a primitive method of introducing minds to each other, engaging them. But most people are stuck in the physical aspect, unaware of the poetic rapport which it so clumsily tries to teach.

A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.

Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.

Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.