To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

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

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.

We must know, if only in order to learn not to know. The supreme lesson of human consciousness is to learn how not to know. That is, how not to interfere.

There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.