Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart - its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. By Jove! I've never seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside, the silent wilderness surrounding this cleared speck on the earth struck me as something great and invincible, like evil or truth, waiting patiently for the passing away of this fantastic invasion.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.