Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.