The sort of man who admires Italian art while despising Italian religion is a tourist and a cad.

A strange fanaticism fills our time: the fanatical hatred of morality, especially of Christian morality.

Modern man is educated to understand foreign languages and misunderstand foreigners.

There is at the back of every artist’s mind something like a pattern and a type of architecture. The original quality in any man of imagination is imagery. It is a thing like the landscape of his dreams; the sort of world he would like to make or in which he would like to wander, the strange flora and fauna, his own secret planet, the sort of thing he likes to think about. This general atmosphere, and pattern or a structure of growth, governs all his creations, however varied.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable one. The trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, but not quite.

The modern world is filled with men who hold dogmas so strongly that they do not even know they are dogmas.