Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.

I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet.

The writer must hew the phantom rock.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? ...They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.

His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.

The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.