Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.

I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

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.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

The whole point about the true unconscious is that it is all the time moving forward, beyond the range of its own fixed laws or habits. It is no good trying to superimpose an ideal nature upon the unconscious.

The world fears a new experience more than it fears anything. Because a new experience displaces so many old experiences. . . . The world doesn't fear a new idea. It can pigeon-hole any idea. But it can't pigeon-hole a real new experience.