Clear thought makes clear speech.

Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

Real speech can only come from complete silence. Incomplete silence is as fussy as deliberate conversation.

The better you hear a thing put, the more certain you are there's another view.

In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.

Men would always rather be made love to than talked at.

The joy of a party is the newness of people to each other, renewed strikingness of humanity. They love each other, to distraction. Really to distraction. Before they fall into conversation and separate. ... The strangeness, and the hopes aroused by strangeness, are illusions. Mirages arising wherever people gather expectantly together.