I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifle it.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.

I am certainly an ought and not a must.

Nature pulls one way and human nature another.