Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.

Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is no universal law.

I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.

Religion was fading into the background. He had shovelled away all the beliefs that would hamper him, had cleared the ground, and come more or less to the bedrock of belief that one should feel inside oneself for right or wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God. Now life interested him more.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.