If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.

Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.

But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.

If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.

... the unarmed power of naked truth.

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.

Failure to love is almost like murder.