His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.

mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and--and in love before they're born.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.