The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.