Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
The living moment is everything.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
The only principle I can see in this life, is that one must forfeit the less for the greater.
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.
There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
In every living thing there is the desire for love.
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.
The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.
Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.
no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death
