Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.

It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.