Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.

That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

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

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.