Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

The goal is to know how not-to-know.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still