What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

Don't talk for five minutes, there's a good chap! I've a strange feeling come over me--almost as if I were going to think!

I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

I admit that my visions can never mean to other men as much as they do to me. I do not regret this. All I ask is that my results should convince seekers after truth that there is beyond doubt something worth while seeking, attainable by methods more or less like mine. I do not want to father a flock, to be the fetish of fools and fanatics, or the founder of a faith whose followers are content to echo my opinions. I want each man to cut his own way through the jungle.

There are hardly half a dozen writers in England today who have not sold out to the enemy. Even when their good work has been a success, Mammon grips them and whispers: More money for more work.

All questions of the Law are to be decided only by appeal to my writings, each for himself

To use legal or financial constraint to compel either abstention or submission, is entirely horrible, unnatural and absurd.