Here, where we reach the sphere of mathematics, we are among processes which seem to some the most inhuman of all human activities and the most remote from poetry. Yet it is here that the artist has the fullest scope of his imagination.

The sexual embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

All progress in literary style lies in the heroic resolve to cast aside accretions and exuberances, all the conventions of a past age that were once beautiful because alive and are now false because dead.

The great writer finds style as the mystic finds God, in his own soul.

Pain and death are a part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

Where there is most labour there is not always most life.

Dreams are real while they last; can we say more of life?

The sun and the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.

Every artist writes his own autobiography.

Beauty is the child of love.