Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.
Your thorns are the best part of you.
Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
There never was a war that was not inward.
The mind is an enchanting thing.
Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.