There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

To be busy with material affairs is the best preservative against reflection, fears, doubts ... all these things which stand in the way of achievement. I suppose a fellow proposing to cut his throat would experience a sort of relief while occupied in stropping his razor carefully.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.