The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!

But I like the feel of men on things, while they're alive. There's a feel of men about trucks, because they've been handled with men's hands, all of them.

I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.