The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise.

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.

Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.