I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.

The upshot was, my paintings must burn that English artists might finally learn.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, like any knight of the grail, and the journey is always towards the other soul, not away from it. . . . To love you have to learn to understand the other, more than she understands herself, and to submit to her understanding of you. It is damnably difficult and painful, but it is the only thing which endures.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.