Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality.

For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.

One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.

A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

The living moment is everything.

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.