Art- speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day and that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

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.

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.