One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticising.

In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.

Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!