The most terrible thing about materialism, even more terrible than its proneness to violence, is its boredom, from which sex alcohol, drugs, all devices for putting out the accusing light of reason and suppressing the unrealizable aspirations of love, offer a prospect of deliverance.

God, stay with me, let no word cross my lips that is not your word, no thoughts enter my mind that are not your thoughts, no deed ever be done or entertained by me that is not your deed.

The monarchical institution in England is immensely valuable.

Civilization - a heap of rubble scavenged by scrawny English Lit. vultures.

In retrospect, all these exercises in self-gratification seem pure fantasy, what Pascal called, licking the earth.

The price you pay for being powerful and being rich is to be hated.

In the 19th century, the English were loathed. Every memoir that you read of that period, indicates the loathing that everybody felt for the English, the only difference between the English and Americans, in this respect, is the English rather liked being loathed and the Americans apparently dislike it intensely.