When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.