Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

I don't believe any more in democracy. But I can't believe in the old sort of aristocracy, either, nor can I wish it back, splendid as it was. What I believe in is the old Homeric aristocracy, when the grandeur was inside a man, and he lived in a simple wooden house.

The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity.

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

They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.