The purest lesson our era has taught is that man, at his highest, is an individual, single, isolate, alone, in direct soul-communication with the unknown God, which prompts within him.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everyone else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.

I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.