One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

We are so conceited and so unproud.

It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.

I am convinced that the majority of people to-day have good, generous feelings which they can never know, never experience, because of some fear, some repression. I do not believe that people would be villains, thieves, murderers and sexual criminals if they were freed from legal restraint.