We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except Life, and life is multitudinous and emergent in the stream of time.

I love forms beyond my own, and regret the borders between us

There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.

You think that way as you begin to get grayer and you see pretty plainly that the game is not going to end as you planned.

The freedom to create is somehow linked with facility of access to those obscure regions below the conscious mind.

Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

Man no longer dreams over a book in which a soft voice, a constant companion, observes, exhorts, or sighs with him through the pangs of youth and age. Today he is more likely to sit before a screen and dream the mass dream which comes from outside.