The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

Is our day of creative life finished? Does there remain to us only the strange, awful afterwards of the knowledge in dissolution,the African knowledge, but different for us, who are blond and blue-eyed from the north?.... There was another way, the way of freedom. There was the paradisal entry into pure, single beingwhich accepted the obligation of the permanent connection with others, and with the other, submits to the yoke and leash of love, but never forfeits its own proud individual singleness, even while it loves and yields.

Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing, that makes it water and nobody knows what that is.

She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.