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

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

I don't believe any more in democracy. But I can't believe in the old sort of aristocracy, either, nor can I wish it back, splendid as it was. What I believe in is the old Homeric aristocracy, when the grandeur was inside a man, and he lived in a simple wooden house.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

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.

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 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.