That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.

Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.

The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.