I should like [people] to like the purely individual thing in themselves, which makes them act in singleness. and They only like to do the collective thing.

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.