My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman kind—intimacy, physical and psychical, between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

Men have been depressed now for many years in their male and resplendent selves, depressed into dejection and almost abjection. Is that not evil?

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

The groundwork of life is sorrow.

The tiny fish enjoy themselves in the sea.

The true unconscious is the well-head, the fountain of real motivity. The sex of which Adam and Eve became conscious derived from the very God who bade them be not conscious of it.

I want us to be together without bothering about ourselves- to be really together because we ARE together, as if it were a phenomenon, not a thing we have to maintain by our own effort.

Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.