The reward of renunciation is some good greater than the thing renounced. To renounce with no vision of such a good, from fear or in automatic obedience to a formula, is to weaken the springs of life, and to diminish the soul's resistance to this world.

What, still alive at twenty-two,A clean upstanding chap like you?

Like enough, you won't be glad,When they come to hang you, lad:But bacon's not the only thingThat's cured by hanging from a string.

'Tis Summer Time on Bredon,And now the farmers swear:The cattle rise and listenIn valleys far and near,And blush at what they hear.But when the mists in autumnOn Bredon top are thick,And happy hymns of farmersGo up from fold and rick,The cattle then are sick.

Society is based on the assumption that everyone is alike and that no one is alive.

There are dons who care for the intellect and the imagination, and there are priests who care for the spirit; but broadly speaking the function of universities and churches alike is to trim and tame enthusiasm, to suppress curiosity, and, in short, to whittle immortal souls into serviceable props of the established order.

Charity may cover a multitude of sins, but success transmutes them into virtues.

Writers are idolized not because they love their fellow men, which is never a recommendation and in extreme instances leads to crucifixion, but because their self-love is in tune with current fears and desires, and in giving it expression they are speaking for an inarticulate multitude.