Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

The traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

Human beings have their great chance in the novel.

Not only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?

I do not believe in Belief.