Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.