Each age, each guilty age, builds high walls around its Versailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.

Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.

I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.

We can sometimes recognize the looks of a century ago on a modern face; but never those of a century to come.

Adulthood is not an age, but a stage of knowledge of self.

The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.