And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

I am a man and alive. For this reason I am a novelist. And, being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, te scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog....Only in the novel are all things given full play.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

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

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?