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.

The great crime which the moneyed classes and promoters of industry committed in the palmy Victorian days was the condemning of the workers to ugliness, ugliness, ugliness: meanness and formless and ugly surroundings, ugly ideals, ugly religion, ugly hope, ugly love, ugly clothes, ugly furniture, ugly houses, ugly relationship between workers and employers. The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

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

I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me--and it's rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist.