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.
The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.
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.
The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.
The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
God is only a great imaginative experience.
The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
God doesn't know things. He is things.
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
Europe's the mayonnaise, but America supplies the good old lobster.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
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.
You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.