The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.