In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

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

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realise any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience every time.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

You've got to know yourself so you can at last be yourself.

And every true artist is the salvation of every other. But only artists produce for each other the world that is fit to live in.