I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.

One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.

It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.