There's only one effectively redemptive sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-will to make room for the knowledge of God.

God isn't compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness. You must make your choice. Our civilization has chosen machinery and medicine and happiness.

Uncontrolled, the hunger and thirst after God may become an obstacle, cutting off the soul from what it desires. If a man would travel far along the mystic road, he must learn to desire God intensely but in stillness, passively and yet with all his heart and mind and strength.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

A bad book is as much of a labor to write as a good one, it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.

Everyone who wants to do good to the human race always ends in universal bullying.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.

It's with bad sentiments that one makes good novels.

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.