When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.