Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

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

Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.

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.

That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.

The novel is the highest example of subtle interrelatedness that man has discovered.