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

The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.