Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.

The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.

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.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.

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