When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

I am a man and alive. For this reason I am a novelist. And, being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, te scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog....Only in the novel are all things given full play.

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

Marriage and deathless friendship, both should be inviolable and sacred: two great creative passions, separate, apart, but complementary: the one pivotal, the other adventurous: the one, marriage, the centre of human life; and the other, the leap ahead.

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces.