I cannot be a materialist - but Oh, how is it possible that a God who speaks to all hearts can let Belgravia go laughing to a vicious luxury, and Whitechapel cursing to a filthy debauchery - such suffering, such dreadful suffering - and shall the short years of Christ's mission atone for it all?

The mystery of the evening-star brilliant in silence and distance between the downward-surging plunge of the sun and the vast, hollow seething of inpouring night. The magnificence of the watchful morning-star, that watches between the night and the day, the gleaming clue to the two opposites.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.