I like to write when I feel spiteful; it's like having a good sneeze.

The #‎ cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts.

I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.