Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

It is not only species of animal that die out, but whole species of feeling. And if you are wise you will never pity the past for what it did not know, but pity yourself for what it did.

We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.