Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

The real tragedy of England, as I see it, is the tragedy of ugliness. The country is so lovely: the man-made England is so vile.