Discoveries are made by gluttons and addicts. The man who forgets to eat and sleep has an appetite for fact, for interrelations among causes.

The artist is the antenna of the race.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation, neither are they transmitted by book learning. The mystic tradition, any mystic tradition, is of a similar nature, that is, it is dependent on direct perception, a 'knowledge' as permanent as the faculty for receiving it.

Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".

A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.