The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

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

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.