For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

When man has nothing but his will to assert--even his good-will--it is always bullying. Bolshevism is one sort of bullying, capitalism another: and liberty is a change of chains.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.