“Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,” he said. “Well, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she blinds people. What she does is just the contrary — she fastens their eyelids open, so that they're never again in the blessed darkness.”

...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.