The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

I believe that the highest virtue is to be happy, living in the greatest truth, not submitting to the falsehood of these personaltimes.

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.