Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

Life is made up of compromises.

“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.”

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.