A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

And Nature takes no account of moral consequences, of arbitrary conditions which we create, and which we feel obliged to maintain at any cost.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist much possess the courageous soul.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!