for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.

All art is the struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

The best thing about being God would be making the heads.

The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.