I am only half there when I am ill, and so there is only half a man to suffer. To suffer in one's whole self is so great a violation, that it is not to be endured.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

And every true artist is the salvation of every other. But only artists produce for each other the world that is fit to live in.

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

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.