Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

...the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.

We must love men more than things, and I admire and weep more for the soldiers than for the churches which were only the recording of an heroic gesture which today is reenacted at every moment.

...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.

Similarly the men who produce works of genius are not those who live in the most delicate atmosphere, whose conversation is most brilliant, or their culture broadest, but those who have had the power, ceasing in a moment to live only for themselves, to make use of their personality as of a mirror.

There was nothing abnormal about it when homosexuality was the norm.

I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.