Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.

I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.

I don't believe any more in democracy. But I can't believe in the old sort of aristocracy, either, nor can I wish it back, splendid as it was. What I believe in is the old Homeric aristocracy, when the grandeur was inside a man, and he lived in a simple wooden house.

The words themselves are clean, so are the things to which they apply. But the mind drags in a filthy association, calls up some repulsive emotion. Well, then, cleanse the mind, that is the real job. It is the mind which is the Augean stables, not language.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.