All that we call spirit and art and ecstacy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forgot.

A man making the confession of any creed worth ten minutes' intelligent talk, is always a man who gains something and gives up something. So long as he does both he can create: for he is making an outline and a shape.

Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch.

Because our expression is imperfect we need friendship to fill up the imperfections.

When a woman puts up her fists to a man she is putting herself in the only posture in which he is not afraid of her.

When once you have got hold of a vulgar joke, you may be certain that you have got hold of a subtle and spiritual idea.

The main point of Christianity was this: that Nature is not our mother: Nature is our sister.