How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

The unhappiness of a wife with a good husband is much more devastating than the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

Men live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.

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

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.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself