We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

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.

A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.