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

The man who had died looked nakedly on life, and saw a vast resoluteness everywhere flinging itself up in stormy or subtle wave-crests.... always the man who had died saw not the bird alone, but the short, sharp wave of life of which the bird was the crest.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.