Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.