The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.

The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces.

The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.

The whole life-effort of man is to get his life into direct contact with the elemental life of the cosmos, mountain life, cloud life, thunder life, air life, earth life, sun life. To come into immediate felt contact, and so derive energy, power and a dark sort of joy. This effort into sheer naked contact, without an intermediary or mediator is the root meaning of religion.

The novel is the highest example of subtle interrelatedness that man has discovered.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

What sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty. We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there. Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.