I am present at the sowing of the seed of the world. With a geometry of sunbeams, the soul lays the foundations of nature.

Nature, as we know her, is no saint.... She comes eating and drinking and sinning.

He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.

The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is taken. All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of its limbs and senses.

I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One's enough.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.