When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.

I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.