Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort. An Augean stable of metallic filth.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.