No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.

I hate England and its hopelessness. I hate [Arnold] Bennett's resignation. Tragedy ought really to be a great big kick at misery.

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.

The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.