The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
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.
The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.
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.
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
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.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.
Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.