So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.
I shall always be a priest of love.
I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.