Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

Everything that begins, begins with blood.

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.