Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.
The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.
When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.
You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere – a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.
The novel is the highest example of subtle interrelatedness that man has discovered.
America exhausts the springs of one’s soul – I suppose that’s what it exists for. It lives to see all real spontaneity expire. But anyhow it doesn’t grind on an old nerve as Europe seems to.
If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.
One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.
The tiny fish enjoy themselves in the sea.
Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.
In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one’s friends – give me the country.
I should think the American admiration of five-minute tourists has done more to kill the sacredness of old European beauty and aspiration than multitudes of bombs would have done.
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me?
When I went to the scientific doctor I realised what a lust there was in him to wreak his so-called science on me and reduce me to the level of a thing. So I said: Good-morning! and left him.
Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won’t fall off the tree when they’re ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is overpast, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.
I’d wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.
One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one’s God.
Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.
I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me – and it’s rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist.
Man is a thought-adventurer.