What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.
The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes.
Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.
The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.