There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation.

Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

The East is marvellously interesting for tracing our steps back. But for going forward, it is nothing. All it can hope for is to be fertilised by Europe, so that it can start on a new phase.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.