To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with one's own relations.

You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about...anything, which you don't, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole of society that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to say to me. I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy that I am quite sure I have no character left at all.

There are works which wait, and which one does not understand for a long time; the reason is that they bring answers to questions which have not yet been raised; for the question often arrives a terribly long time after the answer.

I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mystical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolutely necessary for me to find it somewhere.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207

You and I will always be friends." "Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.

I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.