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?

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.

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.

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.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.