“Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.”

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.

Early morning does not mince words.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.

For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!

As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.

And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.

Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!

The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.

There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’.

Our culture is different, but culture is nothing but group habit, culture is paradigm and when you get past the culture, people are essentially the same.

The problem with lethargy is that doing nothing validates the fear that nothing can be done.

Well there’s nothing to lose And there’s nothing to prove I’ll be dancing with myself.

The wise man realistically accepts as part of life and builds a philosophy to meet them and make the most of them. He lives on the principle of nothing attempted, nothing gained and is resolved that if he fails he is going to fail while trying to succeed.

I try to live in such a way that nothing gets bigger than my awareness of God presence on my life.

Everything is so designed and airbrushed and Botoxed, it makes us think, ‘Oh, everybody’s perfect except me. Everything’s smooth except me.’ But nothing is smooth.

Instead of the usual unlocalized centre of myself, there was nothing there, it was empty, and at the moment of seeing this there was a flood of quiet joy and I knew, finally I knew what was missing-it was my “self”.