One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

The spirit of the place is a strange thing. Our mechanical age tries to override it. But it does not succeed. In the end the strange, sinister spirit of the place, so diverse and adverse in differing places, will smash our mechanical oneness into smithereens.

Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.

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

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.