I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

Writing is its own reward.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

Your whole past is like a long sleep which would have been forgotten had there been no memory, but remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is like an ocean in which everything is washed away but that which is new and more substantial even than life - reality.

The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.

Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in.