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

California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.

The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.