I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy... parts of one organic whole.... (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars; none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine.

The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

If millions are born millions must die.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.