The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

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.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

While the white man keeps the impetus of his own proud, onward march, the dark races will yield and serve, perforce. But let the white man once have a misgiving about his own leadership, and the dark races will at once attack him, to pull him down into the old gulfs.

The sense of wonder, that is our sixth sense.