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

And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.

I should like [people] to like the purely individual thing in themselves, which makes them act in singleness. and They only like to do the collective thing.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.