A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.

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

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.