All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

What sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty. We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there. Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticising.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.