Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. |
Man's ultimate love for man? Yes, yes, but only in the separate darkness of man's love for the present, unknowable God. |
Marriage is a long event of perpetual change in which a man and a woman mutually build up their souls and make themselves whole. |
Men are free when they are in a living homeland, not when they are straying and breaking away. Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, be |
Men! The only animal in the world to fear. |
Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil. |
Museums, museums, museums, object-lessons rigged out to illustrate the unsound theories of archaeologists, crazy attempts to co-ordinate and get into a fixed order that which has no fixed order and will not be co-coordinated! It is sickening! Why must all experience be systematized? A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch. |
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily. |
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. |
My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind /intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect. |
Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description. |
Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me. |
Never have ideas about children -- and never have ideas for them. |
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it. |
Never trust the teller, trust the tale. |