A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.

Protestantism came and gave a great blow to the religious and ritualistic rhythm of the year, in human life. Non-conformity almostfinished the deed.... Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos, and the permanence of marriage.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

There are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink and travel.

America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking little wills, everybody trying to put it over everybody else, and a land of men absolutely devoid of the real courage of trust, trust in life's sacred spontaneity. They can't trust life until they can control it.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.