Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

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

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.