I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller

If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

The modern city is ugly not because it is a city but because it is not enough of a city, because it is a jungle, because it is confused and anarchic, and surging with selfish and materialistic energies.

In a world where everything is ridiculous, nothing can be ridiculed. You cannot unmask a mask.

There is the great lesson of 'Beauty and the Beast,' that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.

The men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell . . .

The human race is always trying this dodge of making everything entirely easy; but the difficulty which it shifts off one thing it shifts to another.