What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables - piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . .

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

A book lives as long as it is unfathomed.

The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.