 Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes. |
| Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering. |
| God doesn't know things. He is things. |
| Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them. |
| The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just. |
| A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification. |
| Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. |
| I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us. |
| When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere. |
| The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump? |
| If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule. |
| Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told. |
| The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living. |
| God is only a great imaginative experience. |
| I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd, kicking their shins or cheering them on to some mischief or merriment. |
| The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself. |
| Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep. |
| California is a queer place in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort. |
| Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little. |
| It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing. |
